Big Hearts, Little Ones


That's where I want to reside in the big hearts of the little ones
Where no guilt, no anger, no stress, no evil resides.

For as we grow up our hearts are muddled and a lot in it dies.

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  1. True...A lot dies.. and only the memories can give it life but only for some time..
    I like your writing and I want to award you with 'The Versatile Blogger' award.

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