We are that feeling

how a 'dream-come-true' looks like


Me, a hopeless romantic dreaming of great love... You, a nomad caught in the tangles of life

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mid-week inspiration, a poem


The summer winds were blowing strong and dry, like the deserts. She was parched and the water didn't help. She needed much more to take it all, from the throat, from the heart. She longed to belong. .. It was a new day. Early morning breeze was soothing. The fall made the roads look shady. … Continue reading Binary