The temporary permanence

I am not what I used to be, I am not what I will be, This moment what I am, is really who I am. the moment lasts only, depart till we. Yet you can capture, if you wish, A glimpse or a glim of me. for even though the time has past, that bit…

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The truth of true love

Let me retell you a tale, told in a breathtaking way, the ups and downs made you pale. The story of unrequited love, between a gypsy’s son And a pretty dove. Cathy had a feeling, strong as it might be that heathcliff’s and her soul were similarly enclothed she did not care a dime that…