I'm in a tunnel of rays
Playing with the
Scorching heat
Sun is showering on me
But the leaves of tree
Are keeping me free
I'm blessed with
Funnel shaped shadow
A warm hug of air
A cool breeze of layer.
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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