Tamil Verses For Marriage Invitation

Like two boxes of tears ... a rabbit

Two wings hidden by their Fine Art

without streaks scattered randomly Who fade

, distinguished in look. As

want to dominate the world

Yet so fragile, almost unreal

The graceful beauty of a butterfly.

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This morning the landscape had the appearance of a novel decoration.

Under a gray sky seemed clear that stealing the white one foam evaporated, some leaves fell on a neglected lawn, a green desert dotted with fine shades. On a walk in the grass still wet with dew, sat with a lady, dressed all in black, her long black hair, slightly wavy, falling on his shoulders slightly hunched. She seemed to look, not far from the angle of the march, which came up, a cat, it's even black, and went slowly turning his back like a disillusioned vagabond. The pale light of dawn on opening them like a small projector room, and I passed as if I was a dancer in the distance, which undermine approaching the scene. I was then left the scene, and continued my path as I would have walked in the recesses of a book page, watching the thin sheets of rain, tired of a whole summer.

And then I came back in the real world, suddenly, as if suddenly I closed a book that would have entranced.

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"Me revoilàààà"

Hey, well no, I'm not dead. (Loul.)
Sighs disappointed shone softly ...
But what, if I have nothing to say? That Is The Question. It's crazy how many people we interact without knowing. A crowd pressed into a station that is united by a common purpose, without support, except a few misguided souls who appear in this brou-ha-ha of indifference and suddenly give voice to a lost prodigal lost in the shuffle. And in the tunnels that the dwarves have dug so cleverly, and the doors constantly open and close without emotion. And then, as in every place where the common was nothing else to do but wait, the other, the stranger whom we know nothing but which are assumed or invented everything, he who has the sad eyes, smile or wave in spite of himself, offers a moment of himself. The man with the beard a few days, all dressed in gray and old soft bag, until the child laughed in a tone of voice automatically, through the woman they wanted to relieve the pain without knowing the cause, and the man bothered by an issue that awaits a seat, everyone stands there, so close and so distant, it grabs the mantel of their lives for a moment, and ignoring everything we are, we are writing history, or rather , a story that they may live forever.