-the season pf spring arrives to observe the faces of sorrow painted lovers who wish to meet each other never to separate again, though throbbing hearts find a way to meet each other every season without a reason , without spring season because their souls are soaked in pure intensity of passion and love, their minds filled with nothing except love, their breaths keep them alive just for love so when a blossom opens up they stare at its beauty a miracle to them thinking why and for what purpose it has its presence felt, is it not a mystery that a blossom shows up , smiles at life around to quickly die and mingle in the dust below, is it not a conspiracy with man"s life to come this way and go that , like a blossom how can man pride in life so fleeting , what is life of a smiling blossom that can never be preserved forever
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