Love is absolute, it has no direction, it is smooth, it has to be achieved, it cannot be captured, this feeling lives in a corner of the mind, it is difficult to say when it will bloom, in an instant, branches, roots, everything will grow, now it is as if a world is being reflected without knowing.
The world is like that Nothing is for sure here What you think right may be wrong It is because you see more to believe The superficial and not the fact The ears are prone to hear The half truths that are there You go with what you see You go with what you hear You seldom look into facts To know the truths that lies The gossips take their turn And bring chaos to churn
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