Silent Call to the Skies
I'm on my feet. My soul floats the width of an undesirable body. There are birth torments in the layers of the heart. A bowl of stinging sherbet or a toxic substance?
The core of the heart is neither pleasant nor distant in height, its bright specimens, its confidently woven ornament, its thick convoluted bunches.
On the contrary, the bosses of the apartment were working like insects. Floors rise towards the sky. Business initiatives under the control of the fog. They are so delicate that they touch their hands, make dividers at that point, put an expectation shirt on the back of the dividers while sewing, little by little, they sew ornaments with thick threads. heart dividers.
We must balance the expenses and put them in the lofts of our souls with the individuals who make us. Anticipation and love.
With sincerity and reliability.
Another thing, what is the significance of the floors climbed? It cannot withstand the slightest shock.
What power can destroy safely erected dynamite and give comfort to the essence of high-rise structures.
There is an impression of a veiled mix of expectation in each block and an effort veiled in each block.
It should knit the heart dividers tightly so that it does not leak out from an external perspective.
Stir the mortar well so that there are no breaks.
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Wearing wings and moldings in our fantasies enliven what is to come. Isn't it the mother of the days to come?
Moreover, when we try to open up like hibiscus and swear to help, for what reason should our compassion and expectation fall into the trash?
Obviously, the weeding thing on conspicuous grounds.
Moreover, we are leaving frankly, I am not saying that our soul should prepare valuable meals in the lofts.
If its scent spreads outside the circle.
How would you like to explore the route to our penthouse without getting lost?
What if we tell the rest to my Lord?