A friendship, pure, simple and natural.
A friendship, pure, simple and natural.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour — when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, …
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” Buddha
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