The Rising Stars Comments

River of thoughts swallow me not, storm of words strike not my heart.....imagination filled my coat like wine, all the world lay stretched before me like the open palm of my hand.......
In the modern world all is unconscious like a barren flower.

What a generation!an eyes as bright as the day is now turning to a crimson red because of the bright futures that are always truncated. The future became an ironical term, fraud and rituals is the flag flying on the Nation's cloud, forgetting the fact that all that's beautiful drifts away like the waters.
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