Flowers never bend with the rainfall

There was a sad defeated moment. But a song my mind hummed. This one.
A happy friend, buzzing on Old Monk, jumping around the room, playing a djembe and singing aloud this song. Joy is back. and he bought along hope.

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January 28, 2014 · 11:10 pm

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