word smith in his smithy shop,
heats the thoughts well,
he bends and beats,
the roads and the curves,
walked by men,from a longtime,
the world, to make 'em see through his needle eye,
and get them a mind,open wide, and very fine.
About Me
- chytra
- i knew and know, how fast i slide, how hard i sway, how far i throw away, how long the bubbles were to stay... friend,i still play the same games, it's all th same-unpredictable,different maze, but every time i feel a different way, i do not allow you to just say... you have to feel and stay...
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