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Sri Harsha Reddy

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White Don't judge anyone by seeing their face... Because who knows the person smiling from outside may be dying from inside..!!! © Sri Harsha Reddy #face #Smile #Die

White Don't judge anyone by seeing their face... Because who knows the person smiling from outside may be dying from inside..!!! © Sri Harsha Reddy #face #Smile #Die

Rishi Ranjan

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"तस्वीरों पर भरोसा मत कीजिए ll तकदीरों को कोसा मत कीजिए ll जो तुम्हारे भरोसे पर जिंदा हैं, कम से कम उनको धोखा मत दीजिए ll आने वालों को आने दीजिए, जाने वालों को रोका मत कीजिए ll रिश्ते नातों को तोड़कर ही मानती हैं, गलतफहमियों को पाला-पोसा मत कीजिए ll मायूसी में अपना घर बनाती हैं, मुश्किलों को मोका मत दीजिए ll" ©Rishi Ranjan love poetry for her

"तस्वीरों पर भरोसा मत कीजिए ll तकदीरों को कोसा मत कीजिए ll जो तुम्हारे भरोसे पर जिंदा हैं, कम से कम उनको धोखा मत दीजिए ll आने वालों को आने दीजिए, जाने वालों को रोका मत कीजिए ll रिश्ते नातों को तोड़कर ही मानती हैं, गलतफहमियों को पाला-पोसा मत कीजिए ll मायूसी में अपना घर बनाती हैं, मुश्किलों को मोका मत दीजिए ll" ©Rishi Ranjan love poetry for her

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White Her Lovely Voices In whispers soft, her voices dance, A melody of love, a fleeting glance. Each word she speaks, a song so pure, Her laughter's echo, a sweet allure.Her lovely voices, like morning dew, Caressing hearts with tones so true. A symphony of light and grace, That time and sorrow can't erase.In every note, a story told, Of warmth and wonder, brave and bold. Her lovely voices, a healing balm, A lullaby, both soft and calm.Through storms and shadows, they will rise, A chorus lifting to the skies. Her lovely voices, forever stay, A gentle guide along the way. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White Her Lovely Voices In whispers soft, her voices dance, A melody of love, a fleeting glance. Each word she speaks, a song so pure, Her laughter's echo, a sweet allure.Her lovely voices, like morning dew, Caressing hearts with tones so true. A symphony of light and grace, That time and sorrow can't erase.In every note, a story told, Of warmth and wonder, brave and bold. Her lovely voices, a healing balm, A lullaby, both soft and calm.Through storms and shadows, they will rise, A chorus lifting to the skies. Her lovely voices, forever stay, A gentle guide along the way. ©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