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White no.. meaning no...idea no.....ambition no....attitudes always like thish... 🥹🥹 ©Leo Micky #summer_vacation noo meaning

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Life Like In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, When shadows lengthen and stars embrace, Time tiptoes softly, weaving its tale, In the whispers of the night's gentle veil. The clock's hands dance with silent grace, Marking moments in this endless space. With each tick, a heartbeat's beat, A rhythm of life, so fleeting, so fleet. Yet time, dear friend, is a trickster's game, Shifting and changing, never the same. It bends and sways like a river's flow, Through valleys of joy and mountains of woe. In springtime's bloom, it skips and leaps, As laughter echoes and love softly creeps. But in winter's chill, it slows its stride, As memories linger and sorrows abide. Oh, how we chase its elusive song, Through days too short and nights too long. Yet in its embrace, we find our way, Guided by the dawn of a brand new day. So let us cherish each fleeting hour, Embrace the sweetness, savor the flower. For time, like the seasons, will ebb and flow, But the beauty of now, only time can bestow. ©Ajita Bansal #Lifelike beautiful moments

Life Like In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, When shadows lengthen and stars embrace, Time tiptoes softly, weaving its tale, In the whispers of the night's gentle veil. The clock's hands dance with silent grace, Marking moments in this endless space. With each tick, a heartbeat's beat, A rhythm of life, so fleeting, so fleet. Yet time, dear friend, is a trickster's game, Shifting and changing, never the same. It bends and sways like a river's flow, Through valleys of joy and mountains of woe. In springtime's bloom, it skips and leaps, As laughter echoes and love softly creeps. But in winter's chill, it slows its stride, As memories linger and sorrows abide. Oh, how we chase its elusive song, Through days too short and nights too long. Yet in its embrace, we find our way, Guided by the dawn of a brand new day. So let us cherish each fleeting hour, Embrace the sweetness, savor the flower. For time, like the seasons, will ebb and flow, But the beauty of now, only time can bestow. ©Ajita Bansal #Lifelike beautiful moments