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I am a female writer who is fond of writing and my dream is to make the readers feel the words. For me, feelings are the only language shared by all the people all over the universe.

Tears, smiles, hugs, and each gesture that reveal emotions can be understood in spite of language differences. So, feelings can cross the borders and penetrate our hearts smoothly. Just like a butterfly who flies smoothly and can easily cross the borders!

I hope my words spread all over the world as a call for peace, self-identification, true human feelings whether sadness or happiness and, for course, as a call of love.

Please make sure that you share your emotions with people who you love before it is too late and remember we only live once!

Finally, wish your souls to be touched by the beauty of a butterfly!

Appreciation Note: To "The One" who recently came into my life to be my inspiration and support. "The One" who encouraged me to have this blog and without him all of my works and feelings would have been left unrevealed.




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