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“Oâ€� Look—the fair seat of bliss and isolation,
away from the pompous,rich and pride city’s wanton heart,the adoring woods paved meek ways of silence,and beneath the steep hill’s hide, the brook ran in peace.”
― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule

“Man,see the yonder sun,it survives, yet human moldered beneath the sprouting grass; his glory is like a sunset;see the relics of the shattered palaces here.”
― Nithin Purple, The Bell Ringing Woman: A Blue Bell of Inspiration

“His weary life gave him a crown of thorns, for he must abide its strangeness through the heavy hours, as of fear and dismay—a nip of bitter-sour ache,gives him a secret revival, by the lute he has!”
― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule

“The swift wings of years passed in hurry;and it’s a pallid thought to believe those all are past-the boyhood pleasance,the very tender smiles,the fine soft delicate sense.”
― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule