Sunday, 28 December 2014

A Prisoner’s Voice

I am looking at the sky, looking at the days, months and years to pass away and looking at the gentleness with which I’ve born then to a trembling voice with which I here now. Looking for the hope which would reform the adolescence onto me and praising the beauty of my life. Although the monstrous about to hang in a few moments and wishing the sunshine to take care. Where I go very long further beyond the time and space. Love is the one thing that transcends time and space and I am heading to prove it. Here I do declare that the world have very few good people in its time, they can be pronounced as the starts from the earth and I am……….. I was here.

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