We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Chasing rain drops into sex dreams..
Yes, it begins.
For the butterfly rock
Into the jungles famousness
In vines undressed hand stretched
As an infinite touch begins
To hold tight in the planet
In turbulent green
I feel you.
For the butterfly rock
Into the jungles famousness
In vines undressed hand stretched
As an infinite touch begins
To hold tight in the planet
In turbulent green
I feel you.
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