A pebble thrown into my heart made circles in my feelings. I now observe the course of life as a work of your art.
Every day a part of me flies away. Where and why? I don’t know anymore. Maybe someone remembers me. On its top floor.
I blush at sunset. Together with the sun, I hide behind the horizon.
Inside me, the motive is simple. About the fact that the tiny Christmas tree is so cold in winter. Snow covers trails and tracks. I don’t know how to find my way home.
Music inspires us to new ideas and creativity. We dream when the soul sings.
What is growing in me? An incomprehensible feeling. Breaking through the darkness. And now I don’t want to go on a rampage. I only hide the silence in the blue.
Uma is attentively reading a book. I have been closely following to Uma. At some point, I saw a bird fly up from the pages.
Yes, I’m white and fluffy. As the snow I will rest on the palm of your hand. It will become moist and so clean, and then I will melt.
Your likes are like music. You can listen to it endlessly…
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