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Madhu Jain

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The heavenly beauty of nature can never be explained in words. It's just beyond beauty. 📸 The beauty of Spring- Rotterdam ✍ when the pen dries, our eyes can also be very poetic Clicked by me #zenart #cnccreativeclicks #mycnc

The heavenly beauty of nature can never be explained in words. It's just beyond beauty. 📸 The beauty of Spring- Rotterdam ✍ when the pen dries, our eyes can also be very poetic Clicked by me #zenart #cnccreativeclicks #mycnc

Akshay Ojha

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पैगाम-ए-मोहब्बत उन तक पोहच ही जाता है के अल्फ़ाज़ उम्मीदों पर खरे नहीं उतरते.. जो दे हम दोष तोह सारी कायनात ही उलझा दे.. फसे जो मंझे उनकी पतंगों से, कोशिशें नहीं सुलझते ।। When someone fall in love he gets into lack of words to describe the beloved. Comparison with even natures' most beautiful things Looks Fade

पैगाम-ए-मोहब्बत उन तक पोहच ही जाता है के अल्फ़ाज़ उम्मीदों पर खरे नहीं उतरते.. जो दे हम दोष तोह सारी कायनात ही उलझा दे.. फसे जो मंझे उनकी पतंगों से, कोशिशें नहीं सुलझते ।। When someone fall in love he gets into lack of words to describe the beloved. Comparison with even natures' most beautiful things Looks Fade

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//PETRARCHAN SONNET// //Read In Caption// Petrarchan Sonnet The huge White Fulgent dot on either flat White hairy gloom the croons of nature call On meadow slumber rain a tot like c

//PETRARCHAN SONNET// //Read In Caption// Petrarchan Sonnet The huge White Fulgent dot on either flat White hairy gloom the croons of nature call On meadow slumber rain a tot like c

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//PETRARCHAN SONNET// //Read In Caption// Petrarchan Sonnet The huge White Fulgent dot on either flat White hairy gloom the croons of nature call On meadow slumber rain a tot like c

//PETRARCHAN SONNET// //Read In Caption// Petrarchan Sonnet The huge White Fulgent dot on either flat White hairy gloom the croons of nature call On meadow slumber rain a tot like c