Your little idiosyncrasies Bloom the petals of love, On my monochrome road. All my life, I have been traveling On the road not taken by others— Bustle of orange skies, Dry shades of leaves beneath my shoes, The hymn of life

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Your little idiosyncrasies Bloom the petals of love, On my monochrome road. All my life, I have been traveling On the road not taken by others— Bustle of orange skies, Dry shades of leaves beneath my shoes, The hymn of life
I believe the best way to begin would be by giving a nod to the inspiration of this article’s title. It’s a song by an artist called Saint Levant, who is a Palestinian. On the surface, the song just seems like an amalgamation of a good beat and a sen
The true understanding of the concept of self-love and its myriad attributes begins when we ask ourselves certain imperative questions: Who is your best mate? Who are you unabashedly true to? Who is always by your side? Who do you have
Your little idiosyncrasies Bloom the petals of love, On my monochrome road. All my life, I have been traveling On the road not taken by others— Bustle of orange skies, Dry shades of leaves beneath my shoes, The hymn of life
I believe the best way to begin would be by giving a nod to the inspiration of this article’s title. It’s a song by an artist called Saint Levant, who is a Palestinian. On the surface, the song just seems like an amalgamation of a good beat and a sen
The true understanding of the concept of self-love and its myriad attributes begins when we ask ourselves certain imperative questions: Who is your best mate? Who are you unabashedly true to? Who is always by your side? Who do you have