Love is a free bird,
Leave it under the open sky,
Do not keep it anymore,
If he wants, he flies to go.
Love is that one free bird
Do not keep it,
If you keep it ---
he will not be there in your whole life.
Love is a free bird,
Let him stay like his own,
Give him to fly as his mind,
Give it to get a new taste,
As love is a free bird,
so, what is the prospect of the captivity to him?
Not from sought to get ---
Just go through this refugee of the temple of the holy mind.
Love is the only meaning of sacrifice,
wherever sad and happiness come together
There's just the frost of love there,
There, there is a flood of tears and cold clouds in the chest.
This love,
Love that is in the response to love ---
Does he have any argument?
Just give, Never hope to get anything !!!
Love comes again and again in life ---
just keep the spots in our mind,
suddenly some memories,
secretly filled the loneliness of our life.
He's like smoke of Cigarette,
Fly on the open sky,
It goes to the sky - mixed with the air ---
Just below, black ashes of black ashes like a tragedy.
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