Noises, sounds,
Screams of people;
I hear,
In which I drown.Filling my mind,
And it's beautiful park;
With weeds of their,
Constant comments.When did I allow this?
Who was given the permission?
Who's destroying my flowers,
Of my inspiring imagination?So here I come armed,
With a shovel and a decision;
Ready to start clearing,
And make a new edition;No more clutter and chatter,
Of opinions;
No more sounds and noises,
Of decisions.I'm taking the control back,
So let's get down to work;
Because now,
I'm back.~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Hey there fellow friends!
I appreciate you giving your time to read these words.
I really want to interact with you guys and hear your opinions and I would be really elated if you guys do that.Sending you the request
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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