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DORA


Flowing into the world's biggest adveture of a human kind,that is love.

two souls that is yet to become one,

the future is yet unknown, but with each other they tend to face the unknown

striving for the Impossible.

Dora, the Love Birds

A long way they have come, they found no shelter but within their wings.

Seasons come and Seasons go,

Rainy season, winter,autumn and spring 

Got nothing on them..

they're too sturbborn, and with their little feathers they out to fly like Eagle.

They tend not to give up on LOVE!

 

Love on it's own is a beautiful thing

The World seems to see it otherwise, a word as complicated

but these Two love birds refused to see Love that way.

 

love is a big thing when Two are aiming for the highest,

No matter how Difficulties tend to separate them, 

It is through their Tears of Sorrow of loosing each other into the universe,

that unites them together and not just that, 

Nature refused to keep them apart,

 

 

 

 

 

 

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