WIND Unseen touch sensitize our existence... wrapping with care wind keeps our heart beat alive... Ah... an aroma of life...
NIGHT The intimate hour of self.. where dream roams and castles grows like precious flower..
VIRUS Consuming the freedom virus flies endangering the living....
HOPE Hope is the last option. to live to think to plan to communicate to survive ....and to realise...
UNTIME Every hour seems untime... Ah... let humanity fight with bad hour and be the WINNER of untime unseen war..
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