I remember my Mother’s quiet countenance,
When She was once raged by the wind of reluctance,
Because my Siblings were tortured by a violent storm.
I remember the cloaks of sadness,
Of pain, of darkness,
I long to shred and tear,
Piece-by-piece,
To reveal the only light and might that I have
To save my only Family.
I remember when my Brothers and Sisters,
Struggled to stand, and moved as one,
To condense the sweet dew of hope,
On each leaf of hopelessness.
Until now,
I remember the mighty breeze of passion
Of lasting sympathy in our veins,
That was once ignited
To knot the languid laces,
And to seek, unbridled, for the everlasting truth.
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Hello, I am probably the owner of this site because I could access it as long as I know its password and username. Well, if you could also access it with the password that I am using now, you could be the other owner of this site. Owners of this site could post whatever they like, but I feel a little embarrassed because It seems like that I am the only one who is posting whatever I feel to put here. I am encouraging you to search for the password that I use because I really need another people who could make this site full of whateverness. Or perhaps I could give it to you.. but if you would let me give it to you.. it means that you've paid me three thousand grand from Australia and three billion Indonesian Rupiahs. I might be too valuable to receive them, but you have to persuade me to give it to you personally. :D
Currently in the state
of building his structure,
--Arch
