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The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

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White When she weeps When she weeps, the skies turn grey, Her sorrow paints the dawn away. Tears like rivers gently flow, Whispering tales of silent woe. Her fragile heart, a shattered glass, Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last. In every drop, a world of pain, Yet through the storm, she stands again. Though clouds may linger in her eyes, Hope still hides in tear-filled skies. For in her tears, a strength is born, To rise once more with every morn. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White When she weeps When she weeps, the skies turn grey, Her sorrow paints the dawn away. Tears like rivers gently flow, Whispering tales of silent woe. Her fragile heart, a shattered glass, Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last. In every drop, a world of pain, Yet through the storm, she stands again. Though clouds may linger in her eyes, Hope still hides in tear-filled skies. For in her tears, a strength is born, To rise once more with every morn. ©Amen #love poetry for her

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White She Cares In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, She whispers warmth, turning dark to bright. With hands that cradle, and eyes that see, The world’s harsh weight, but not a plea.She cares in ways that words can't say, Through gentle touch and soft display. Her love, like rivers, deep and wide, A constant flow, a steady guide.In every tear she softly dries, In every truth she never hides, She weaves a strength, a tender grace, A quiet heart, a steady pace.She cares beyond the reach of time, Her soul, a melody, pure and fine. A love that never needs to be declared— She cares, and in that care, she’s shared. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White She Cares In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, She whispers warmth, turning dark to bright. With hands that cradle, and eyes that see, The world’s harsh weight, but not a plea.She cares in ways that words can't say, Through gentle touch and soft display. Her love, like rivers, deep and wide, A constant flow, a steady guide.In every tear she softly dries, In every truth she never hides, She weaves a strength, a tender grace, A quiet heart, a steady pace.She cares beyond the reach of time, Her soul, a melody, pure and fine. A love that never needs to be declared— She cares, and in that care, she’s shared. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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White Her Love Her love is like the morning sun, A gentle light that always runs, Through darkest nights and stormy seas, A warmth that puts my heart at ease.Her love is like a quiet breeze, Soft whispers in the autumn trees, It lifts me up when I am low, A tender grace that lets me grow.Her love is strong like mountain heights, A steady force through endless fights, She holds me close, she keeps me whole, Her love is written on my soul.Her love is pure, her love is kind, A precious gift, one of a kind, In her embrace, I feel alive, With her love, I truly thrive. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White Her Love Her love is like the morning sun, A gentle light that always runs, Through darkest nights and stormy seas, A warmth that puts my heart at ease.Her love is like a quiet breeze, Soft whispers in the autumn trees, It lifts me up when I am low, A tender grace that lets me grow.Her love is strong like mountain heights, A steady force through endless fights, She holds me close, she keeps me whole, Her love is written on my soul.Her love is pure, her love is kind, A precious gift, one of a kind, In her embrace, I feel alive, With her love, I truly thrive. ©Amen #love poetry for her

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White Daughters' Love A daughter's love is soft and pure, A bond that time cannot obscure. She lights the room with gentle grace, Her warmth can heal, her smile embrace.Through every storm, she'll stand her ground, In her love, comfort is always found. She carries strength in every stride, A source of joy, a family's pride.Her laughter fills the empty space, Her kindness leaves a lasting trace. A daughter's love, forever true, A gift that makes the world anew. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White Daughters' Love A daughter's love is soft and pure, A bond that time cannot obscure. She lights the room with gentle grace, Her warmth can heal, her smile embrace.Through every storm, she'll stand her ground, In her love, comfort is always found. She carries strength in every stride, A source of joy, a family's pride.Her laughter fills the empty space, Her kindness leaves a lasting trace. A daughter's love, forever true, A gift that makes the world anew. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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White A Beautiful Woman In her presence, time seems to pause. Her beauty is not just in her appearance but in the grace of her movements and the kindness in her eyes. She carries herself with an elegance that captivates, a blend of strength and gentleness. Her smile is a beacon, illuminating the darkest corners with its warmth. Her laughter, like a melody, brings joy to those around her.But it is her spirit that truly defines her beauty—an unwavering resilience, a compassionate heart, and an intellect that shines through her every word. She listens with empathy, speaks with wisdom, and loves with a depth that leaves an indelible mark. In a world that often focuses on the superficial, her beauty is a reminder that true elegance lies within. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White A Beautiful Woman In her presence, time seems to pause. Her beauty is not just in her appearance but in the grace of her movements and the kindness in her eyes. She carries herself with an elegance that captivates, a blend of strength and gentleness. Her smile is a beacon, illuminating the darkest corners with its warmth. Her laughter, like a melody, brings joy to those around her.But it is her spirit that truly defines her beauty—an unwavering resilience, a compassionate heart, and an intellect that shines through her every word. She listens with empathy, speaks with wisdom, and loves with a depth that leaves an indelible mark. In a world that often focuses on the superficial, her beauty is a reminder that true elegance lies within. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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thats true ©Gaviamar Koppal #Love for sad too love bride

thats true ©Gaviamar Koppal #Love for sad too love bride