Chaos is on nurtured thoughts…
Stranger than it seems, the world spins around, the clock keeps ticking and ticking…
The bell rises upon…
The birds sing loud in between days…
The paper’s flying; a song is being sung throughout yellow…
The book screams, the pages speak, the letters give sensuous feelings…
Oxygen everywhere, petals drinking water and smiling at the wind…
The shades are being kept on, the essence is being hidden inner…
The paper’s flying; a song is being sung throughout yellow…
The book screams, the pages speak, the letters give sensuous feelings…
Oxygen everywhere, petals drinking water and smiling at the wind…
The shades are being kept on, the essence is being hidden inner…
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