How precious stones in loose soil are the thoughts that shines through the rain and restores intact.
catch them one by one, tearing at their history and give back life to people so long gone.
The past raises its daring architecture facing the rain, warm fingers.
then dissolves into serenity.
The new promises not yield to the north wind.
spirit forged now learned the art of tasting the flavors hidden life.
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