The Sun is made of a Round number.
Just watch and remember.

Egg.Faces.Yolk.
life is beautiful Folk.

And a kite came in but a happy few.
Like a bird which liked to take a interview.

Immediately i held my Smartphone.
And isn't that an intetesting word alone?

I cannot believe but like watermelon seeds happiness began to pour.
I announced myself,
and few understood what my eyes adore.

But then growing by the defence.
Made me think of a woman praying by the fence.

With a flash i promised to unwind.
Something like being one of a kind.

Across the eyes my brows release,
real,real and make believe.

The Sun like a boisterous GOD.
Going on a bicycle ride.!