Than the welfare of it's neighbors
Time and silence
Does it not matter to them that
Time travels in the environment of his master change whereof any altercation
Whatsoever pounced them back to calmness the silver home of silence
Must change shouts beyond itself
That time might miss the road and the flight goes off in the arms of Morpheus?
The crack in the walls is becoming bigger
No one cares nothing even change tis noises die down at the silver home of
silence and who has the audacity to silence silence and who can tame invincible deity of tranquility and transport its tranquil bliss from the aromatherapy of its loin to stray it from the erogenous glows of the main mission and vision?
Does time the computer of existence where all the chaos perpetrated alongside change ever matter when they cease to matter at the strangulated corridor of silence to denote the power of her tranquil bliss at golden moment of tranquil waves?
May you never appreciate the gloss of mothernature at the eulogy of the sea waves of tranquility in utter pride of the computer which barely get the data to run itself unless it keeps her mouth shot at the mercy of that tranquil web of silver silence who owns all the esteem and intergrity
Time and change, could linger and loiter with the dignity mothernature accords them as long as they accord with the golden esteem for their golden routine
And golden robes that only silence,the true mothernature of existence and all exist someday returns to silence through death
But I the spirit of mothernature tawdry forever in the golden resort of no resort
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