We walk on the street, we see thousands of lives; we flip the book we see hundreds of pages of wisdom. Every poise of this nature is composed of inspiration, the surged soul adapts and learns a piece of everything to build. A single drop nor a single end cannot make an ocean or a bridge. In the name of success, there are a million drops of hard-work behind. Like an ocean, drop by drop forms a tranquil of music with the dwelling serene life underneath. A stormy rage or a calm reform is always driven by the soul behind.
Let the chaos of that tempest soul be settle-down, there was never a storm been heroic, it's always been destructive so is the chaos of your soul. The shore sand is never wet nor dry but moist so the castles are born out of
Let the chaos of that tempest soul be settle-down, there was never a storm been heroic, it's always been destructive so is the chaos of your soul. The shore sand is never wet nor dry but moist so the castles are born out of