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The love of a single person is enough to combat the hatred of the whole world.


Priya Joyce said…
yehsss upto an extent :)
Suruchi said…
true true true...i believe it is not the systems that keep the world moving-it is only love.

without it nothing else matters:-)
Fatima said…
Its so true..but to get the love of that one person is the only thing that's sometimes out of reach :/

Arv said…
certainly enough to move things to an extent :)
☆ Rià ღ said…
hmm...nice thought. :)
Thousif Raza said…
that is absolutely rgt :) awesome line :)

Take care and keep writing....
Randeep said…
True. Well said.

Yes indeed..

Well put..
Erika said…
I believe that's so true.

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~Rabindranath Tagore
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Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
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Dazzle me.
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And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

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There is smoke somewhere. 
I cannot seem to figure out where. 
The lights are here, the music is here.
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Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
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Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
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Had it been always like this ?

Not really. 
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Played this game. 
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