Where does it come to an end? The search for which we are send to this world- It never does.
There is nothing- neither happiness nor sorrow, neither glory nor abomination. If there is anything-it is the legacy of the trickling stream flowing down the hill transforming the rugged slope into the magic of life; and when it has dried by the decree of time there is reminiscence- eternal, solemn.
this boot is brown!!! btw...i guess that observation is right...but u know what.....i haven't reached that supreme bliss state....and both happiness and sorrow affects me too much.
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Where does it come to an end? The search for which we are send to this world-
ReplyDeleteIt never does.
There is nothing- neither happiness nor sorrow, neither glory nor abomination. If there is anything-it is the legacy of the trickling stream flowing down the hill transforming the rugged slope into the magic of life; and when it has dried by the decree of time there is reminiscence- eternal, solemn.
this boot is brown!!!
ReplyDeletebtw...i guess that observation is right...but u know what.....i haven't reached that supreme bliss state....and both happiness and sorrow affects me too much.