Rhythm Machine |
Music in heart, music in desire, there in cannon and will inspire.
Beat of the drums, supple of clarity, like a masterpiece still and sound.
Glory of music, numbness of cells, create desperations to think again.
Wrapped In Vibrance Like beauty and the beast, flowers for benzene. Given to a friend sounds laughter ,given to a girlfriend - immense pleasure ,given to mom expects sound, given to me is all what i care. All mala fides also comes to an end with a flower browsed well!! Description by ~ Kanika Sharma |
My ShoEs |
Wise Man's Tool |
~ Sadness flies away on the wings of time. ~ |