As the teardrops washed over the pavement, the motion of life took a pause. The essence of your infinite proclivities postulated the nerviness’ when silence overwhelmed the commitment you took before the holy sacrament.
The prophecy silently knocked on the door, and as time passed,
the noise got louder, which led to the pounding that could be heard by the deaf. Adrift by the potency of dandelions, which left empty spaces to redraw in the sands.
It was inevitable that the sheer merit of your existence was quintessential and laid the groundbreaking treasures that unfold before our eyes. The poetic beads, the guitar, the piano, and the lullabies of the Arabian sunlight blanketed the city; it was a sure indication that the pain was leaving with grace.
One may weep at the doleful, but nothing sounds as good to the soul as the truth, no matter how difficult and painful it may be.
Just as lavender soothes’ the heart, eases tension, and relaxes the impatient, it reminds you that every segment of life has tranquility.
As indulgent as one can be, it poured into our soul, awakened us spiritually, and foremost, gave us what it meant to truly see without seeing. It was inveterate that many only wished for, prayed for but only could be experienced by the seasoned.
Our testimonial was an indelible fortress, something tacit and melodic, unscathed but a true honor to witness it in the present time. It was one of the best love stories that I had the chance to experience, for what it was worth.
The burdens lifted and anchored by our passion and intensity bounced off like the rainbows in the ocean. There was solace in morning and evening, a sense of stability and loyalty reminiscent of our encounter.
Pinnacle gave the taste of gratitude, a jewel of life that many never dare to achieve, a glow that can only be understood by those who realizes the infinite possibilities of the power of plowing, in which they will value the harvest in season. We gave each other the template for the next and final.
Vibrant, unfeigned allowed the mind, body, and spirit to evolve; as our chakras healed, we healed anything that no longer served us. That took temerity and vulnerability, and it was an indication of the power we held and shared.
I am thankful and grateful for the journey, because, we were destined to cross paths and heal.
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