Silence sings a lullaby
Wind produces rhythm
Chymes shakes itself
When dark skies
Embrace deep seas
I stirr my flavour
Of sweet and bitter
To get nature's harmony.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple.
"Your thoughts are the brushstrokes that paint the canvas of your reality. What you focus on is what will eventually grow and shape t...
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