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Simply beautiful!

Megha's World

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets


Let me tell you what you mean to meyou are that feeling of homemy tired feet feelwhen they step inside thecold streama wild brookafter walking a whole day

You are the soothing feel of the sun onmy face incrisp winters

You are a waft of that fresh breezewhen  I open the window to spring mornings

You are that soothing smellthat petrichorwhich rejuvenates me from within

You are the feel of dewdrops falling…

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