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We don’t know who time will bring into our lives, We don’t know the inner world of the guest who arrives. As their importance grows in the toil of our thoughts, Respect for experiences with them also grows. The conversations we have turn into memories. We don’t know if fate will guide the path with them or not, But in that companionship, trust becomes the foundation of longing. In the journey we take from somewhere, step by step, there are footprints alongside ours. If the purpose of time is to make that bond last forever, The inspiration for that comes from within the heart. The heart yearns to preserve them, It even endures hardships for that. ©gopi kiran #Sky

We don’t know who time will bring into our lives, We don’t know the inner world of the guest who arrives. As their importance grows in the toil of our thoughts, Respect for experiences with them also grows. The conversations we have turn into memories. We don’t know if fate will guide the path with them or not, But in that companionship, trust becomes the foundation of longing. In the journey we take from somewhere, step by step, there are footprints alongside ours. If the purpose of time is to make that bond last forever, The inspiration for that comes from within the heart. The heart yearns to preserve them, It even endures hardships for that. ©gopi kiran #Sky

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White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster white #sad_quotes

White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster white #sad_quotes