Mehr, Saaturn.
I would not love you like the Spring, a moist & gentle unfolding. Nor would I love like Summer’s heat, stealing moments in which we meet. I would not love like Autumn’s night, coming swiftly at end of light. Nor would I love like Winter’s snow, covering you above, below. Rather, I would love you like time, endless, & forever, mine.
From a simple childhood to becoming one of the greatest cricketers in the world, Rohit Sharma's journey is filled with hard work, courage, and determination. This inspiring book tells the story of how a young boy with a big dream became India's famous "Hitman" and a respected captain. A story that encourages every reader to believe in themselves and never give up.
He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. Dark blue like the Mediterranean Sea. I watched him from afar. My heart burned for him, but when he left, the ocean entered a deep storm. He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down his face. Blue velvet, like the Pacific Ocean, and an overwhelming emotional instability. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down that velvet. Blue velvet. Judson Kaique 27-07-2026
The loudest battles are often fought in silence, where love fears being misunderstood.
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I know how easily the word "just" can erase a wound for everyone except the one carrying it. So I learned to move through the world as gently as I wished someone had moved through mine.
a truth universally accepted that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings of such a man may be on his first entering a…
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A tiny raindrop, with a plain little mind, falling from the sky, wavering in the wind, as millions of others alike, wonders where the land would be. Swirling in the breeze, with a sweet, sweet dream, it dashes into a seemingly wonderful stream — past forests, humming in chorus, then splashes and thrashes into the vast sea. Lost now, it stares at dolphins and whales in awe, chasing swarms of swordfish in a dazzle, gliding through glitters in the warm rays of sun, until it lifts and dances on th
I would not love you like the Spring, a moist & gentle unfolding. Nor would I love like Summer’s heat, stealing moments in which we meet. I would not love like Autumn’s night, coming swiftly at end of light. Nor would I love like Winter’s snow, covering you above, below. Rather, I would love you like time, endless, & forever, mine.