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1/3 by cAmilla on Vacation The plain lies between Central Mountain Range and Seashore Mountain Range. The sun rises and lights up the somber valley. The radiant beam warms up the land. Time to make a decision. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. A craving for freedom. A craving for dreams. A craving for love. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. I could be Central Mountain Range. I could be Seashore Montain Range. I could be the plain that embraces the golden crops. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. The moon emerges from the Pacific Ocean. The waves dance with the full moon. The beach echos with the waves. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. I would be the moon. I would be the waves. I would be the beach that glitters with silver stones. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. By the time the moonlight kisses the sun rays, I shall know the secret of one third. Time to make a decision. Yet, loneliness holds the soul. |
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