In the beach, the cricket was hopping thinking of the
butterfly that was making its’ way to the flower. The flower has a drop of
water, and, the cricket hops to the stone. The stones were laid by a kid of may
be 10 years and the waves were to change the design in a while. So, i walked to
the waves and the surfer was looking to be keen on reaching the boat far way,
though the boat was reaching through the shine to the beach. With arms wide
open, I took a deep breath and the cricket was making sounds in my mind.
I realized it was a cricket in the night which was waiting
to meet the butterfly to have a meal together. Now that the day is sunny the
hopping cricket was on top of a goat and the goat was keen on talking to the
chicken! The watch showed me the time and the pendulum ticking in my mind took
me back to my senses to remind me to meet my friend to eat my lunch for a
relaxing afternoon.
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