Crazy Passion

The morning wind awakened my dreams that resemble the first news of the New Age, we changed objective truths with new versions of emotional chaos. Tastes of bitter moments are looking for sweet honey to walk through the slippery ground of truth, find themselves in the oceans of abundance and mistakes.

The results write the limits of success, we pray in the distress of the mind to attain the magnificent potential of mystic achievements. Power leaves gentle signs on the flowers of love rain, the prize drops into the incredible hands of free secrets.

I'm raising words on the canvas of destiny, results are dynamic and sometimes perfect in their cycle of time. Every thought is expensive and unique in creating something more beautiful and energetic. I wanted great ideals with cocktails of happiness, joyful news reached with devoted work, and faith in myself.

The soft memories of gliding on the icy fire of volcanic emotions, poker bravery seeks out a profit for the lips of a honey illusion. We strike the walls of reality with imaginative circles of experience, the permitted victory opens the door of a champion passion with the vibrations of the magical movements of the star.

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• Original poetry written by @dobartim
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