
When flowers bloom in the valley.... they live the exact cycle.... the only difference is of the breeze that is cooler from within.......
The chirping birds sing the same... only that I can hear them clearer.....
The only difference between me here now is.... my mind is boggled with hundreds of words not one minute it travels to the valley where my soul beholds and that is why I forget to forgive what someone else beholds.
The flower, the birds or the sunshine... are no different in the world it’s only the place where i belong that gets me to unrest
My mind so powerful that it controls me like a dummy forgets my soul ..... that I am ............. and continues to be at war
I tried often to stop but lost every time I tried ... so finally I stopped trying in the end and defeat was all mine (I was the slave of my mind)
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