I walked, I strolled, I stumbled, I fell, I crippled and I lost myself within the chaos of my hazy life which constantly drove me to a little sacred tresure box....
The years which rolled by were abruptly spread over the carpets of the rusty stories, that which were far beyond choices or changes....
Crippling within this ordeal was worthwhile when I harnessed the harmony and tranquil within the harbour of my heart where I found this little treasure box waiting for me to reach....
Twenty two years to be precise, for the play of time to bring me to embrace this little moment of happiness which lay deep deep within the sanctum of my life....
Was the little treasure box of BLISS....
The years which rolled by were abruptly spread over the carpets of the rusty stories, that which were far beyond choices or changes....
Crippling within this ordeal was worthwhile when I harnessed the harmony and tranquil within the harbour of my heart where I found this little treasure box waiting for me to reach....
Twenty two years to be precise, for the play of time to bring me to embrace this little moment of happiness which lay deep deep within the sanctum of my life....
Was the little treasure box of BLISS....
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