I call them rumblings as they grossly lack the structure and merits of a perfect read - yet clasp close as they reflect my inconstancy and joie de vivre - unyielding to any persuasion known to man (please accept 'lies' as incidental or embellished truths - as I strongly deny the existence of 'Lie' - it's always 'Truth' or otherwise...besides 'Truth' in its purity lacks imagination)...Happy Reading!
Friday, June 24, 2016
...we all are farmers. How well do we do in ploughing the land decides the quality of harvest. A soul aware of the finality puts his best in leaving the best crop behind...to be cherished by the posterity.
1 comment:
Quite innovative thought!!!
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