A long lost love. A promise kept. A dying scent of lose petals getting scattered in the winds. The rhythms fall and converge and blur into a flurry...which song is this, I've heard it before...oh no, not THAT movie!
Think hot coffee. The aroma makes you reluctantly peep into the cold morning, all dazed. And then a blast of freshness overcomes you and you remark, what a beautiful day! If you pick the optimistic energy of the beats, this is going to be one of those days where everything you do turns out well...
Passion is alluring and you might think it is the best thing that ever happened to you. But what happens when passions compete? In spite of the melancholy, the smile appears on your face when you remember the days when the passion was fresh...how uncertain everything was, and yet how right it seemed.
Where is this sweet voice beckoning you? Or is it your own voice beseeching you to explore something tantalising. You don't know it yet but the innocently twinkling stars, they are actually burning.
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