Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
When you Are young You Could Only
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,
Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
