Birds flying from tree to tree looking for a place to perch their pitch on this fine morning. The way the breeze flows through the trees standing rooftop high carries the notes just right. 382 more words
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Our love is like that of the birth of a lotus flower.
There in the mire, a flower blooms into an enchanting beauty.
How can anything beautiful come out of a murky and untouched place? 113 more words
P.S. I own the background photo but not the text on the image, I just did the edit.
Thoughts on this:
When I start reading it I felt (kind of) related because I’m definitely the kind of person that would take you to parks, museums and geek places… 26 more words