The innocent decent of mere soul..
The serenity of environment full of colors of crayons...
There might be a cramped, crabbed scratches of sketches..
But then,
There can always be a lot of beutiful shining stars lapped on those misseries..
As that beautiful hands that shape everything..
To be the past,
The present,
Thus the future...
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