Travel
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The story is not mine. I seldom travel the train but when I do, I see love stories around. This one is for those who travel…in love and falling in love…young and old. As Valentines is coming up…this one is for YOU!
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The orange sun rose to its luminous ray To paint the canvas of the planet’s array Its gentle shine light the season’s new day Its soft blaze colour the mantlepiece like an instant replay With a sliver of magic the blankets gently lay. The spectre of the clouds converge with heaven’s gates To trace the
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The morning starts with anticipation and fear at the sound of the alarm The ring can be cast upon as ano excitement or a misery The tictoc echoing like enchantment and poison And there’s a voice within resounding to harmony and opposition. The hint of indecision bothers in every angle The lines of anxiety and…
Choices, Chances and Changes 