I call them rumblings as they grossly lack the structure and merits of a perfect read - yet clasp close as they reflect my inconstancy and joie de vivre - unyielding to any persuasion known to man (please accept 'lies' as incidental or embellished truths - as I strongly deny the existence of 'Lie' - it's always 'Truth' or otherwise...besides 'Truth' in its purity lacks imagination)...Happy Reading!
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
There are mornings...and then comes 'The Morning'...beginning way before the night ends with unmitigated anticipations unfurling wings to soar to unexampled heights...the morning yields to day though the mood stays on...indefinitely!
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