We always fight to find the lost happiness and when found, we barge ourselves to snatch it.
Needle , Oh dear needle Where are you? I have a prolonged searched, My aching head is subtlety perched. Don’t you know world is a bizarre? World is an active agent where you and me are just a wee. Don’t get lost within the weeping trees. You see a heap as a spicy dish, The dish poisons you with a wish. Don’t you dare give them your hands, because they we’ll be having massive plans. Oh! look there i see a hope, hope leads me to settle for cope. but,…
Read More