Romance?
Romanticism in itself is a farce; what the souls say may not
cometh to the tongue;
When the heart feels, the eyes will convey,
No words or writings will do justice for my ethereal soulmate!
Friends on a trip
Four friends on a trip... Fun n frolic, dares and sins Striking off items through the bucket list! Three lovely days spent in cosy and quaint Budapest… With a cold and breezy Bratislava thrown in! Wandering through the lovely by lanes, with flowered lamp posts Letting me inhale their fragrance sweet! Monuments burst into shimmers of light, as we strolled by the rivers at night Next halt Prague, the train journey itself intoxicating us for more; As we arrive to the beauty and grandeur of the city with 1000 spires The greens at the Petrin Hill made us wander into conifers tall The entire lush making us gleeful with joys and random abandon! In my mind, I suddenly thought; yes it’s true! It’s not the age, it’s what the heart feels I was back to being the little girl Locking memories of a lifetime in the locket of her heart!
had not seen this before...its lovely
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