Reflections

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Sun doesn't turn up, assassinative rains pour down the ground. I am across the stream and nobody accosts me here. I admit this wrapping the blanket sitting at the sea and inhaling this enrages winds make me feel calmer then the weather. And drinking my ordinary seabuckthorn berry tea is just the idea of healthy life. I'd better call it an idea which is deeply etched into my mind. I don't catch up anyone, we don't show a good time together, nobody makes directions. I want to grow on me, I clearly notice imperfections. There where lasting rainings are getting to people, there is a new freshness, hence any flight becomes concevable. On no occassion have I flown yet, but would wish. Not by thoughts, but physically too. Like this. The wary sea is also missing the point I am saying as though responding me, 'If you will...If you will.!Achieve your ambition! And of your own free will.


Submitted: June 14, 2021

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