The donkey got his portion, the water was slipping in the fireworks while we were dreaming of a modern show. Action - reaction, the ball is transferred from the other side of the theater, the house is full of old alarm signals. We are digging gold in the wrong place, hay is heavy food for successful people.
Source - behance.net/gallery/18899079/Hay-tractorA woman is a beauty representative, passion has brought a new wave of avalanches, excitement of climax in transient emotions of beautiful rain. We were bathing in the wild grass, the trees extracted the negative energy from my aura, knowledge is an addictive lesson that raises us from the sticky surface of the average.
The power of speech brings our lies to new users of the global village, the cities have become full of deserts with statues that walk. The closing of the lost battles torn off the iron curtain of our illusion, hay is far from the right attitude, we make decisions in the wrong place.
The shovel is golden when we know the true goal of digging, the mine is buried in the spiritual vault of our heart - connected with the energy of righteous souls - we dance in the same rhythm of destiny. Life is the most beautiful gift for raising a spiritual loan.
