The boots crushed what lay beneath.
The wind caressed the cheeks of the little girl.
A boy rides his bicycle for the first time.
The wind chime with a elephant craft work echoes beautiful music.
The unread books in the shelf grin fiercely.
An unknown land haunts the dream.
The mind doesn't catch the thoughts spontaneously.
The pitter patter numbs the hands.
Low pressures like these, low pressures like these that result in rains.
In what fashion does the screen crack when it reaches the ground?
Why does the butterfly have to be a caterpillar first?
What is the color of mourning?
Why does the butterfly have to be a caterpillar initially?
What does the smile through a tear convey?
Why do the waves set sail in a particular direction?
Where do all the prayers go?
Why doesn't the cloud float in colors?
Low pressures like these, low pressures like these that result in rains.