The winds whisper of a new begenning
walk with me or lay dreaming.
Stay with me, not as an option but as a choice.
drown with me, lets take a tour
Where I’ll be your song and you could be my voice.
The winds whisper of a new begenning
walk with me or lay dreaming.
Stay with me, not as an option but as a choice.
drown with me, lets take a tour
Where I’ll be your song and you could be my voice.
beautiful man, the poem and photo both.
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Thank you for taking the time. 🙂
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😍❣️🌹
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,,😊😋😍
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Very beautiful, Ankit.
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Thank you Vera.
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gorgeous, my dear friend!
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😎🤗🤔☺
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Thank you my friend. 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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A poem like…a piece of music! Come to expect nothing less from the artistic Ankit!
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Thank you Isha, so kind of you to mention that.
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😊
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So love this one! 🌷
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Thank you ellie, I appreciate the love.
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The last line…💙
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Thank you Sameera. 🙂
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Oh Dear GOD!!! Ankit…this is to-die-for beautiful!!!! 💖
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Such lovely comment, im honored thank you dear Katy.
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It’s true. My pleasure.
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lovely!
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Thanks again. 🙂
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Mind blowing
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Thank you
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Please read my first post
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