The wind, that always says
Don’t trust on sea storms
He always entertain their beauty
The storms was a golden mirror for him
He was not a clever to know the deep of the golden beauty
He makes chance to chat with flexi golden waves
The waves were kissing on his hands
And his heart blossomed by the love of waves
The sun is going to sleep
His heart was throbbing to hug the storms
The storms sensed his desire
And the storms took him to the hell
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