What a day, with kid of exp.
they said once it for a long period
those are ready to hire a kid
its called trust & play the game is best role for ...................
today three months are going to finseh........
still events are fresh wounds & drops are still to find its path.........
what a fools play.
what is passion, bullets are hitting every now & then,
still hunter is not clear to aim or aimless.
none of bullets hits my mind or heart.
bulls are now bear & bears are playing like bull.
Does its a test SAB.
of their innocent trust.
what it may be, what they are owner of this i must say.
what every arrow is taken away by their soft hand itself in the end.
white is their best colour & red mine,
together it give a mix of new bond called in their land
kids................
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thank you hunter for this kiding care of togetherness.
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