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The Warm Heart The warm heart in an enveloping arm Do you know that when you look at me, I forget the heavy heart. When you sit alone, I mean when you are within yourself,
By Shahzad Baluch15 days ago in Poets
I got in to my room and opened the window, as usual. But that day was unusual, the view has changed. A 16-year-old young girl, named Anne, has lightened the street with her innocent nature.
By Shahzad Baluch3 years ago in Families