One shall put all the efforts, ride alone
to hear many claps at Finish line.
Bow Down, Rise Up
Bow Down, Rise Up | A Song of the Bamboo The breeze stirs, the flowers smile, Butterfly wings hum and play... Waves rise, the river hurri...
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A widespread, short-lived fashion or fad as a specific dance, toy, or diet. A fine network of tiny cracks in a coating, paint, or ceramic ... -
Evening was hours apart Sun went down unexpectedly I was in my journey Thick soft clouds Turning white, gray into black afloat ... -
` They do not roar to prove their worth, Or crowd the spaces of the earth; They filter thought before they speak, In gentle tones, serene an...
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