I wasn't meaning to write this post, exactly as i haven't posted in a long time. But what had to happen, finds its way out - through a thought or a meaningful plot, what is left at the end is what i initially sought.
Laughter and smiles, the beautiful world divine.
The green grass and the deep blue skies,
Each lending its own to make a wonderful life.
With love abound, be you lost or found. It’s these small little pleasures that make the world go round.