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It is april. The roses glow under the sun.

Staying under water. I had grown that natural attachment. Any time in the surface. I naturally made my way underneath. It felt better to my skin.

I can not understand Whether this thought is true, Relevant, Or mine?

You have god in you dear. You do not blend in well with people.

Here is my fishnet I have a habit I make collection of moments I Long To Capture A Moment.

My heart flutters when I got to meet you Soon I will see your pretty face I will hear your beautiful gentle voice Your wise talks My soul craves ..

And in the fog of stillness, where we see and hear so little: «Do you realize how we are all chasing something in here? The race can wear us d..