Saturday, June 20, 2009


If one smile can enliven my hope of life, why not preserve it and keep on getting food of life that is love from it. Why not store the remembrances of glistening presence of your momentary existence (in my life). How much stress, how much pressure is there in dwindling back and forth between the passion of living in the surrounding of your exuberance with all its freshness and warmth and the silence of solemnity of this pacifying love that radiates and flows smoothly ever from your being.

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