Tag: Respect
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Maybe.
I gave you my heart and you gave me words. You asked me to open my mind, you trailed your fingers through my mind and learnt me. Only then did you hold my heart gently smile and hand it back. “When I see you and touch you, you can give it to me again”
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The Deer.
Author: ladyjewel Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly. The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell ofSomething unknown hits his nose, he stops and his sensesCome alive, he turns…