Till the last neuron fires up, I think. Till the last breeze blows, I inhale. Till the last sunset encounter, I gaze. Till the last vibration uttered, I discuss. For all start dust out there and right here, I will provide. With all means. With all love. With all gratitude. For divine. By divine. Hari Om Tat Sat ๐๏ธ๐
Bishwas Basnet
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