Welcome to the leonine den, the place where instincts rule. The walls of this den are inscribed with what the neurons conveyed to one another. Here both the eyes can see each other and both ears hear one another!
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Seasons 4
Clouds melted, droplets of first fragrant rain
Summer, the scorching sun that forever drove me insane
White winter, snowflakes quietly falling on my window pane
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