roses inundate me......keeping at bay their thorns.....thinking me beautifully complete they don prick.....just if i could , how wish to show the ugly......vulnerability underneath! .......judging me ........hail and stong they don attack........am i lucky that they can't see the aching wounds..........verile and tender!
dreaming is the prelogue to the book of creation, though, dreaming is not something everyone appreciates but... let me dream for dreams are all that I have!

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the long walk in and out of the hustle bustle, boggled me, the nature has the power to obliterate you, is yet so innocent.
so sure....more defintive than you can ever imagine to be!