Sunflower road

Sunflowers bloom through a whimsical wrinkle. Growing inbetween my fickle face. Trying to cruise at a simple pase. Passing by the rat race. Going smoothly; the clouds pass by hesitantly. Still is my mind; the rays of the sun and the moon keep blessing me. As my worlds stand in stillness. The world is runningContinue reading “Sunflower road”

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