In search of the Good’will’!

Eyes of the shells tears out in pearl, The sand of desert slips out like a whirl, Nature of the organism starts to take turn, Water came out of eyes when the insight tend to mourn, Level of smile teaches us to learn, How many feelings does a person has to gulp. In search of something, nothing’s becomes his firm. Days are out but baby’s Now are not stubborn, Need of happy hour disguise itself…
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