Once my friend- philosopher shared couple of lines from his poems.
I interpreted them visually.
Translation: ” Nothing could measure a volume of love. We breath it in like oxygen“
(The same phrase in two different styles)
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Once my friend- philosopher shared couple of lines from his poems.
I interpreted them visually.
Translation: ” Nothing could measure a volume of love. We breath it in like oxygen“
(The same phrase in two different styles)
