Parts of their body (branches) being chopped off,
and what i saw is this red colour wound (exactly like the wounds on human being) on the trees which makes my hair stands a lil.
Ouch. The trees must've been screaming in pain.
I can almost feel it.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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