Fall into me, Come become a part of this uninterrupted flow offered by the beautiful Universe. T’was winter in it’s prime; blooming in my delicate heart. Nothing to win ,nothing to mourn over when lost. Now I’m free. Fine sand , it is. The calling beach and the glorious orange ice candy. Yes , I am free. But not from your beautiful memories and thoughtful words. After all,at the end of the day it’s all about the difference between humans and lions. *laughs like a child* Beautiful girl filled with her beautiful mind accompanied by beautiful words. Spread the light with your brilliant thoughts,Lovee!
The conditions of a solitary bird are five: The first, that it flies to the highest point; the second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind; the third, that it aims its beak to the skies; the fourth, that it does not have a definite color; the fifth, that it sings very softly.
This blog has lived four years changing faces, changing voices, and chasing dreams. The writer, Samyuktha PC, is trying to live by finding stories, creating performances on stage, keeping secrets, running away on crazy adventures, and painting strawberries. She is currently has a pair of night-vision goggles fixed on to her face. She is combing the night for a punching bag and a pair of stark red gloves.
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Fall into me,
Come become a part of this uninterrupted flow offered by the beautiful Universe.
T’was winter in it’s prime; blooming in my delicate heart.
Nothing to win ,nothing to mourn over when lost.
Now I’m free.
Fine sand , it is.
The calling beach and the glorious orange ice candy.
Yes , I am free.
But not from your beautiful memories and thoughtful words.
After all,at the end of the day it’s all about the difference between humans and lions.
*laughs like a child*
Beautiful girl filled with her beautiful mind accompanied by beautiful words.
Spread the light with your brilliant thoughts,Lovee!
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