When the storm strikes through, we beg for a tranquil and peaceful day. A day that slides smoothly, without much friction.
But when the day is so calm and plain, we demand for some spice and salt (pepper and salt? anyone?).
How ungrateful a man can be. And I am one of them. What am I muttering for? Something out of reach?
But when the day is so calm and plain, we demand for some spice and salt (pepper and salt? anyone?).
How ungrateful a man can be. And I am one of them. What am I muttering for? Something out of reach?
2 comments:
When the "weather" hits us, it will leave a mark on our lives...
When we pick up the pieces, our live is whole again...
Peace and tranquil is always in the state of mind...
Weather = Our Mind??? Answer lies within us
::Hakim::
The pieces is hidden beneath your sight,
If you are lucky, you'll find t piece by piece, bit by bit,
Or else, you'll keep searching, though it is just within your reach.
Feeling lucky?
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