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There is telepathy between hearts.

— Afghan Proverb

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There is telepathy between hearts.

— Afghan Proverb

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There is telepathy between hearts.

— Afghan Proverb

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There is telepathy between hearts.

— Afghan Proverb

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The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

— Jalal al-Din Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

— Jalal al-Din Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

— Jalal al-Din Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

— Jalal al-Din Rumi

In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

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In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

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In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

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In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

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Letters by Kayla Renee

The ghosts come out with the downpour of the rain

and the memory of you leaves me barren

Vivid images pass through my brain

It's power- a force one cannot imagine

I am mesmerized by the moth flying in the mist

and the cobwebs gathering in the corner

The moth- he knows utter bliss

While I- I am the mourner

Mine is a soft and delicate heart

It pains to write you these words

Tear drenched letters- I do not know where to start

I long to simply fly off with the birds

The light of the lamp is blinding by my side

blurring my vision as I write to you my goodbye

A piece of my heart washes away in the rain

and each word that I write breaks a piece in my chain

❃ a nest of gentry / dvoryanskoe gnezdo (1969) dir. andrey konchalovsky — adaptation of ivan turgenev's (1818 - 1883) novel of the same name, which is also translated into english as ‘a nest of the gentlefolk’ or ‘home of the gentry’ ❃

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