How was then that the tired and lazy sun on a daily day brought prejudice in my whole existence? And made my head lean on a mountain gazing at magic colours fast enough to condemn my hand for grasping so many planets and galaxies, like a infant playing on a white and crystal sand.
And my eye lazy to behold, lazy to explore matches with my heart lazy to beat and slowly bending as i go without hope for days. I am not breathing.
I blew my feelings off the palm of my hand, beyond the valley to a future waiting on a far mountain and the land in between had to test my love- Although she slay me yet i will love her. My God! I had to fight but i do not know how to use my arms.
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