Hi friends everyone in the R2cornell community and welcome to the love story.
Mitu: You didn't have any moles on your cheeks. You are not a horseman, but you are also a young Turkish woman.
You were in the chariot of the blue sky: I was - as if I was attached to love - two surroundings hndaya!
From Istanbul to Ankara - an hour's drive away;
O daughter of Gazi's country, we love your country too;
One day the young man of your country came to our green country with a strong heart. He never left this shade of mango and jackfruit and went back;
This is how love is! There is a lot of debate about this even today. Don't argue, he is a well of dissenting monogamy; The sky of unity in search of love;
So even in the storm of controversy, it does not stop the inter-geographical wings.
If I could hear the flowing words of my lungs, my bloody body would be intoxicated by the song of Umm Kulsum. To turn the page of darkness and tell the story, Krishnapaksha's subesadika became in the sky;
Said: - I'm really happy to meet you and learn all these things about. The story of your world echoed with the story of my world. Remember Mitu?
An hour or so! Your hand is not even caught. What you call handshake is just that. That is the warmth of the ever-vibrating feeling;
There was no sesame on my cheek, nor my books - Samarkand; I am a man employed in a government office in Bengal যেখানে where there is more work, less wages;
Even then all the love of Hafiz is in my heart;
Because I am a poet. I am not afraid of seeing the eyes of the government. My love for Diptabangla is not afraid of Hafiz's affection even after seeing the edge of a proud sword.
I will try to give the rest of my story in the next post.
Roses are a symbol of love
Image this mobile huawei p 30 lite triple camera
ISO:50 S: 1/225s. AF-A
EV: 0. F: 1.8
Focal length: 27mm
Model: MAR-LXIM