A witness II
I fell half in love with the art of robbery when I saw her robbing the night of all its darkness. In the morning, I found myself to be her only witness and so the rest of me, helplessly fell in love with the artist.
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Freedom is the state of mind
A free person looks at the sun light, penetrating the crevices of an enclosed room and sees the hope because he envisages his freedom while an imprisoned person looks at the same sunlight and feels even sadder because he believes that he will never get to play in the sun again. Sadness is like a phase of imprisonment, which locks a person in one belief, only because he has misplaced some keys.