Poem Nothing Posted by The Boring Bug on Jan 24, 2018Apr 27, 2018 She called him “a shadow of his friends”, and left! Little did she know, that shadows neither have friends, nor enemies. – (c)boringbug Share this with a friend:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by The Boring Bug A paperback in the world of kindle. View all posts by The Boring Bug
perfect ;)
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….And ofcourse shadows are impression of life
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Wow, nice lines sir, deep meanings…
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Thank you :)
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I dig it. Shadows don’t pick sides ;) simply are where they are cast
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So true. :)
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