My dear friend Wahab, have no worry about what color you have, have no doubt of what life texture you touch..because like in your dream, it's exist...sometimes we cant see but it real outside
like we are blind now to understand what color in our hand, the what texture it has...a guess
but it really exist.hold on to your dream with hope and senses, till the eyes opened for goodness
we will see what the things we are having in this dream...could be a brightest one! _Unwritten Soul
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My dear friend Wahab, have no worry about what color you have, have no doubt of what life texture you touch..because like in your dream, it's exist...sometimes we cant see but it real outside like we are blind now to understand what color in our hand, the what texture it has...a guess but it really exist.hold on to your dream with hope and senses, till the eyes opened for goodness we will see what the things we are having in this dream...could be a brightest one! _Unwritten Soul