We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Hectic winds and pomegranate delights blow. I am shot down roads of newness and rapidly collect. Then the wind stops and life slows to a pile of pomegranates. I assume my wish is granted. The road itself buried under sand and new lands seem to be mirages.
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