it's rare to speak with carefree and candid exuberance.. our minds rule over lifetimes.. keeping our maths and accounts in order.. but it is our hearts that fill life with tiny joyflowers.. a familiar melody.. a fragrance.. a heartbeat.. a smile.. compelling.. strengthening.. fleeting.. permeating.. with shifting hues of us..
writers who can weave stories that breathe with rhythmic wonder.. the lure of the mystique showers as shimmering raindrops riveting changing hues of sunshine before quietly merging into the sea..
this sense of mystic mystique are silent notes finding the hidden lyrics within.. but in awe we hear the unheard strings of our heart..
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