Few lines....

      
       Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence_ wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together ; and that  I , so long
A worshipper of Nature hither came
Unwearied in that service : rather say
With warmer love - oh! With far deeper zeal
Of holier love . Nor wilt thou then forget
That after many wanderings many years
Of absence,  these steep woods and lofty cliffs and this green pastoral landscape, 
Were to me, more dear , both for themselves and for thy sake
                                         - Wordsworth

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Life is like a magical web.

     Life is so full of unpredictable beauty and strange surprises. Sometimes that beauty is too much for me to handle. Do you know that feeling? When something is just too beautiful?  When someone writes something,  or plays something or when some one gives you a surprise that leaves you to the point of tears.....tell me do you understand?