Literary Colonel
Wandering soul trapped in its thoughts
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Troubles are like the sour taste of gooseberry which is always followed up by sweetness
Even the chilliest wind of winter didn't make me shudder but your deceit did
Its so amusing that I wasn't lonely in the middle of wilds
When I found myself contemplating on my decision, my soul whispered me IT was your amour-propre not your conceit
Have you ever felt all the emotions pouring out from your deepest corner, I have when I saw a bud welcoming a new shoot into this world
What is living well, isn't it breathing, circulating, sleeping and pooping well, then why folks connects it with lots of currency
There is difference between wise and clever just as the difference between sane and conscious
Do we realise that Technology is making us virtually closer but in reality its making us more farther
Religion was found to make people together not to get separated from each other
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