Sun began to grow hot,
Immoderate hot,
No scanty shadow of tree,
Here I got.
The whole body turns
Into spasm
When sun smiles
In sarcasm.
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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