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Rhythm flow but caught me unexpectedly,music but the essence of soul taken by heart beat, bit by bit it beat healthy cause of its flow ......The Violins called it the food for the soul....

My emotions turn to be emotional, yes I cry ,My Heart beat gentle then I turn to be gentle with my wearing fashion,My passion is where I'm passionate but to The Violin .......

Halls and concert full crying emotionally,automatically by hearing the sound of The Violin  The Violin created the wearing fashion of Gentleness and personality.....black and white suit with bore tie,ladies with beautiful dresses and shining shoes with a movement of tales but of Violin

We love ,cry ,caring and showing kindness on each other because of the sound we heard from THE VIOLIN.......
RHYTHM-MUSIC-FOOD FOR THE SOUL...............
The ink split,pen flow to blow pages lines away but dot-tots lines of pages wonder where does it goes writers read by keeps on turning pages.

I write with intrepid cause I turn to be tame with the writes I write in the books.

I turn pages while days keeps turning,day by day, night by night my hand pact with pen and page to flow to read to turn more pages

I write on more pages,writers reading but get surprised by reading without an end cause pages were turning but pages turning........
INK ......PAGES.....WRITES

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