PRATIKPANDYA5
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Worthy won't be this letter, though marvel it will be one day, for in front of gifts gigantic, miniature is its state.And with time in it shall breed insects, paling jewels in it which hail, killing all and leaving just feelings, for immortal is it's state.Won't I say, our heart haven't seen days dark, for though old boast of their wisdom and though ageless ain't our age, many breaths in our pilgrim to greatness we have breath.So, in days weary and nights of wrath and when for mental ghosts you are delicious prey, let thy love suck all grey and let it heal you in unknown way.When what's history we were witnessing, we relished too, many fruits. I hope in the age of cultured, we won't break our group.From long your love was living, with moments to cherish in legion,and now in bond you're binding, with new journey to embark like pigeons.Success too breeds bit pride, on having what few only ride. But let between you dwell just love, for through two and not one, does a home becomes heaven. And let love only bridge our hearts, for not man, but mighty is time.Worthy won't be this letter....…