The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;
Melodies of solace.
Crisp like rice
Reddened sauce
Peppered layers
Showered hinges
An uncollected perspective
A growing spirit
A generous smiling
Lasting after the embrace
Time to sweet drive
Long; till we see a glow
SIMPLE WORLD 