Bright Anita

The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;

Melodies of solace.

Crisp like rice

Reddened sauce

Peppered layers

Showered hinges

An uncollected perspective

A growing spirit

A generous smiling

Lasting after the embrace

Time to sweet drive

Long; till we see a glow

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