Life is a mixture of varients of emotions and situations, just like the colours. Creating stories. The different emotions and stories are recited in verses as they get hold on to the rope of hope, trust, love, understanding and confidence, thry turn...
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
Walking through the buzz, Under the clouds - Of bewildered light; The red eyes falls, As the pace races.
Over the heights of might, Getting the lava- Ready to pour; The red eyes falls, As the pace races.
Swallowing the light, Pourin' the blood - 'nd flooding the gloom; The red eyes falls, As the pace races.
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Nothing feels right these days.
The guilt and fear wash out through the nerves to veins. No death is fearing more than the greatest creature of the universe has been cooking and dishing.
( Just the news things these days! )
Nothing gives peace more than the words falling out to give strength to go on.
