sometimes loud, many times fade but adequately clear enough, i can hear the bell rang from distance away.
well, sometimes it seems from not so distance away. but many times it seems like its from a really really major distance away.
sometimes it is a terrible, devastating sound. many times I find it sweet and soothing.
like whispers we remember heard given to infants to relieve them from crying. like winds we vaguely feel swooshing among our hairs softly. like the sounds of leaves splash by waters of a near ending rain slowly fade. like breeze of mornings before evaporized by the sun. like the first touch of cotton candy to the tongue. like the delicate of our first touch to each other. like eyes unforcibly closed while a deep breathe. like eyes unavoidably closed while we requitted each other. like eyes can't hide a smile.
like whispers we remember heard given to infants to relieve them from crying. like winds we vaguely feel swooshing among our hairs softly. like the sounds of leaves splash by waters of a near ending rain slowly fade. like breeze of mornings before evaporized by the sun. like the first touch of cotton candy to the tongue. like the delicate of our first touch to each other. like eyes unforcibly closed while a deep breathe. like eyes unavoidably closed while we requitted each other. like eyes can't hide a smile.
sometimes loud, many times fade but adequately clear enough, i can hear the bell rang from distance away.
well, sometimes it seems from not so distance away. but many times it seems like its from a really really major distance away.
sometimes it is a terrible, devastating sound. many times I find it sweet and soothing.
like you.
[grammatical error are welcome to be criticized. but just let it be the way its written in one stroke of breath, single stroke of pen (or in this case, thumbs). unedited, so be it.]
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