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Comments about Thurgluv M.A
She was the breathe that gave him life
He was the soul that completed her.
When she was black or white
He was the colour in between.
He was her every dream aspiration
She was his every unforeseen admiration
They understood each other in all the possible
Aspects because that’s how it all began.
She was the pitch and he was the strings
And together an endless beautiful melody.
He was the winter that calmed her during summer
She was the spring that sprouts his heart with every flower
She was the rope when all else pulled her ...