Brown gazes on the shoulder,
pricks the no-zone path
sometimes we hear her,
sometimes we miss hearing her.
The heavenly touch is absent in many,
she brings the craft of admiring the celestial.
but then this future bud is dismantled,
it is so obvious to have her with no voice.
The sea crawls with the sand on its
time takes a new bend on its own,
never did we see the grace fade,
what is she wearing on her sleeve? the confidence?
Things have change constant,
people have life and death as constant,
but Harmony brings a close-knit
I chose for the best to come with time and reality.
She has the power to strive,
let the flowers bloom with the presence of calmness
one will aim high on this roof someday,
if not in person yet the ideologies of one.
let that bud bloom alone,
you just need to fetch some water,
rejuvenate, and reconnect, she has her own.
Let the light fall on one and all!
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