Remember those flowery days when the bees are buzzing, squirrels chattering, birds singing in harmonic tunes, the waves are still. The days when we say to each other, what is wrong with such other days? Shouldn't there be moments like this forever? Will this moment remain a few while, forgotten by such world of reality? And then the storm came, the heart is grieved, the bees stung, the flowers are dying, the squirrels are in hideaway, the birds are inharmonic. We have lost the day. How is it that our world is now far apart.
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