Biutyful

Life’s misunderstood
As blurred when eyes are cloudy.
Beauty is constant
Not to the eyes. To the heart
It’s a bunch of what’s biutyful.

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Observing the observer

Let them misunderstand whatever about your own self as a secret is a secret that will remain mystery to those sleeping or cloudy eyes. If bright eyes can be tricked with a sheet of A4, what will a block of wall do to those cloudy?

Life is biutyful.

my love isn’t romance – no description matches

Not My Job

Not my job to preach;
Simply sharing what is sensed.
Don’t get it wrong.

No, no…. If people think what writers write is only about themselves, that’s not the case. The writers are just like us, human beings who get inspired by everything they sense.

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who bites the donuts – one person or five or how many of them?