I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

She had a certain way of looking at life which he took as a personal offense.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

Once a place for a person decided in your heart
You'll never be able to make it lost 
Only it will be lost when you dies

Written By Pavan Boni

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