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When When I hear your voice Soft music is what I sense Calm songs , relaxing and beautiful So subtle but incredibly intense When I see you close My body goes numb and still A soothing feeling that is great You send vibes and I get a chill When I close my eyes In my head I see pictures of you A dynamic photo of your Beauty The only image I want to view ©Schizology When #when #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛

When When I hear your voice Soft music is what I sense Calm songs , relaxing and beautiful So subtle but incredibly intense When I see you close My body goes numb and still A soothing feeling that is great You send vibes and I get a chill When I close my eyes In my head I see pictures of you A dynamic photo of your Beauty The only image I want to view ©Schizology When #when #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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Even when failure speaks loudly, persistence whispers: 'Try again, and you will succeed. ©Srinivas Even when failure speaks loudly, persistence whispers: 'Try again, and you will succeed.

Even when failure speaks loudly, persistence whispers: 'Try again, and you will succeed. ©Srinivas Even when failure speaks loudly, persistence whispers: 'Try again, and you will succeed.

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When citizens strive for work, they cultivate hope and prosperity. When they strive for war, they sow seeds of despair. Let us choose hope. ©Srinivas When citizens strive for work, they cultivate hope and prosperity. When they strive for war, they sow seeds of despair. Let us choose hope.

When citizens strive for work, they cultivate hope and prosperity. When they strive for war, they sow seeds of despair. Let us choose hope. ©Srinivas When citizens strive for work, they cultivate hope and prosperity. When they strive for war, they sow seeds of despair. Let us choose hope.

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White The day was over, and darkness spreads everywhere, I was at the riverbank to enjoy the calm evening breeze, My feet are partially submerged in water, and relished the small waves. That created a sweet sensation in me, that is too captivating. ©Bhagyashree Jena #day was over

White The day was over, and darkness spreads everywhere, I was at the riverbank to enjoy the calm evening breeze, My feet are partially submerged in water, and relished the small waves. That created a sweet sensation in me, that is too captivating. ©Bhagyashree Jena #day was over

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Great achievements are born from consistent effort and care, not from idle waiting. ©Srinivas Great achievements are born from consistent effort and care, not from idle waiting.

Great achievements are born from consistent effort and care, not from idle waiting. ©Srinivas Great achievements are born from consistent effort and care, not from idle waiting.

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White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq #when desires rise

White When Desires Rise When desires rise, like whispered flames, Reason fades, forgetting names. A single touch, a glance, a spark, And shadows dance within the dark. Logic waits by reason’s door, Silent now, not heard before, As passion’s pull, fierce and swift, Carries the heart in a headlong drift. The mind’s calm voice grows soft and thin, Drowned by the storm that brews within. A tethered soul breaks loose in flight, Chasing stars in the dead of night. For when desires come into play, The world dissolves in shades of gray. A fevered dream, a hunger deep, Where thoughts lie bound, and senses leap. And though it fades with morning’s call, In desire’s spell, we lose it all— Reason’s hand, its careful sway, Swept aside, when passions play. ©Saleha ashfaq #when desires rise