the white rose

The White Rose of Mary Garden

I belong to Mary garden,The garden of beautiful roses,Many are red, while one is white,The red roses thought the white is special,The white thought she didn’t have the colour,Every time we all grow a flower,The gardener comes to… Read More

Bottom Line Is I Prefer Not To Exist.

In the imaginary race with time, I barely think about what is happening to me. If I stress I even don’t know what I’m feeling. But there some sort of disturbance or sadness that is always pumping from… Read More

Night Life, Expression Of Countless Tears.

When the time passes towards the night,It is time to set everything straight.It is time to log in and work,Time to put on a fake smirk. I have to speak to clients on the phone.Treating their problems as… Read More

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