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The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed
The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed #Quotes
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The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا The wounds of my heart are asleep, don't you try to wake them up
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In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart
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White For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish. The Book of PSALM1:6 ©Lovely Kumari #CAT Jesus Christ Thoughts. Jesus Christ life.
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Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment ,nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. The Book of PSALM 1:5 ©Lovely Kumari Jesus Christ judgement. Jesus Christ Thoughts.
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White But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. The Book of PSALMS 1:2 ©Lovely Kumari #milan_night Jesus #delight# Jesus Christ #Thoughts #
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White 23 जब तू गिड़गिड़ाकर बिनती करने लगा, तब ही इसकी आज्ञा निकली, इसलिये मैं तुझे बताने आया हूं, क्योंकि तू अति प्रिय ठहरा है; इसलिये उस विषय को समझ ले और दर्शन की बात का अर्थ बूझ ले॥ दानिय्येल 9:23 ©Pawan Gupta 777 #Jesus
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White Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. The Book of PSALM 1:1 ©Lovely Kumari #Sad_shayri Jesus Christ #love❤ Jesus Christ #Thoughts #
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