Flawless is the future
The present is a glimpse of the future
Frequency without a radial
An engine without efficiency
Producing an echo without a trace
In the realm of a beautiful race.
Like a stream sound, pleasing to the ear
Yep! So pleasing but the empathy of calmness is so rude
Nothing is pleasing, if it cannot calm nature
It’s just like a voiceless mail
Within a sphere that lack equator.
Maybe I thought of something gorgeous:
A mirage in the future
That looks like the past in the present
An empty space filled with sound around the comic of a faith.
Maybe nought but the nought says a lot when silent auction for voice in an error soundless pate.
Soundless asshole, the face of fate
Perhaps fate in the sky
Floating in the sky
For an ambition to not Skype away
Without an identity of the way.
An asshole have the sound and the voice but the thought of is intuition is just like a blank TV set without power to function..
Nothing to say…
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