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Purple Month,
Silver Orange.
A poem that cannot rhyme.
Silver Orange.
A poem that cannot rhyme.
posted by Mashal Peerzada @ 12:41 AM
"The minute I heard my first love song
I began my search for you,
never realizing how blind I was.
Lovers don't finaly meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along."
Rumi.
"To hear one has only to listen." Gremlins.
About Me
- Name: Mashal Peerzada
- Location: Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan
As a filmmaking, foodie with a passion for the arts and education - I find creative consultancy and instructional design to be a fantastic marriage of all my favourite things. So in my little effort to make the world a kinder, happier, more civilised place, here's my two cents...
And Another Thing...
About Me
- Name: Mashal Peerzada
- Location: Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan
As a filmmaking, foodie with a passion for the arts and education - I find creative consultancy and instructional design to be a fantastic marriage of all my favourite things. So in my little effort to make the world a kinder, happier, more civilised place, here's my two cents...
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