It's like making Compost in graveyards Of my memories. What happens whenever you read the words of someone who left? #wheneveriread #musingtime #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba . . Remember the day when things seem merry-go-round, the elements all around smelled as if the fragrance of a happy tomorrow but I forgot that often my imaginations ruin the certain presents of the time dissolved all over the atmosphere surrounding me. . . I'm still waiting for that happy future which was smiling and was like striking it's laughter to not embarrass the present! Actually... I'm not sure was that a inspiring laughter or mock at my excitements of watching present.
