Looking through the widow, the spring was flowering, a
motorbike, newly purchased, was moving to the lake, the lake famous for
blooming lotuses.
Within the room, the toy car i was playing with was moving
slow and the spring of the wheel was broken. The golden shine on my face was
playing games like a camera without a battery.
The nail cutter was reflecting the bulb which was switched
on.
The sound of the car that moved to the lake was echoing in
my mind and because i am not a fool to recognize my favourite car, the plants
were in between my search for the car through the window only to realize colour
was not of my choice in my imagination.
The plant was growing tall since a few days, the flowers was
small though. Creeping were creepers through the plant to the bulb and the
memory of the kite(bird) from the last night and wearing the memory in the idea
of a new camera phone to connect my nostalgia with my expressions for a lasting
moment was opening the bottles to invite my friends to my social network.
Looking through the eyes of the eagle, the kite(bird) is wondering about the kite flown by the boy near the lake. The kite is of mirror finish and
his is actually advertising smiles because of the new boat in the lake for
families for weekends.
A good website for sharing selfies, a social network, www.selfie.tribe.so
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