The wheels will roll again,the creaking and hinging heralding the desire to break free.The birds will fly spreading out their wings ,riding the wind currents,gracious and exuberant,each stroke of the wing trying to break freee of the shacklesome exisence.The peacocks will dance ,the radiance of the wings and the incessant cooing reflecting the infinite beaty of the world.The itching in the eyes and twitching of muscles ,the pulse of the heart dimmed out by the throbbing of the nerves,the man on mission ,senses becoming extremely clear,every motion registering in the consciousness.
The time ready to explode,the anticipation reaching a feverish pitch ,the moment about to be created,uncluttered by banal sounds of destiny,dreams devotion and what not,but extremely palpable aiming at that wisp of breathtaking bubble.The bubble is the power perfected with ability to take any avatar and when you are done with ,a transformation occurs in an evanescent piece of time.You are left behind completely flushed but the heart is left behind with joy divine.Carte Blanche or full freedom,the vivacity to live up the life and take it down to the wire .Just pure amazement ,just pure love and then a tranquil but the tranquility being just a pause.Roll back again and forever like -the Volvo.
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