A small room too hard to get wind of
But the mind is gritty to explore even it is tough.
Too vast. Too spacious.
Too empty in that small room.
Just a matter of time to reach that best you called.
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My Fallen Affection
Poetry#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
