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Thy kiss

This is a barren land, oh thy. Come, plant a kiss. Thy efforts shall bloom here, where no one could even sprout a seed. A homely zephyr caressing the sterile heart. This impoverished soul needs to be nourished. Some drops sliding down the valleys. Oh man, come see, These tears seem to flood the valleys...

A dream…

Sitting on this chair on the balcony, I can see cars honking. People passing through me, Chilly winds stabbing my body. To avoid this busy, noisy honking area, I tugged in the earphones. Besides, the song in the ear phones was much more pleasing than, the continuous honks. The world is passing, unlike my still...