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ain’t no sunshine

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It’s been said that good things are transitory. Those good little things are so special and precious that even on your unprecedented painful agony it can sooths you more than anything in the world. Good things of life can’t be purchased or can’t be achieved with plan and effort. It gonna happen when it need to happen. Those precious things and moments surrounded by lots of problem and those problems come from nowhere. Like every rose has it’s throne, every precious things folded with danger and problem. But if one really adore rose, it doesn’t matter how many thrones shades blood.

I’ve been in another visual diary right in -front of our home during this winter.

Seems like the wonderful winter sun waits for me everyday to observe life around little ally with bursting rays. Now the winter is gone so does the sunshine where it was waiting for me. No matter how much I try, now it’s not coming back in the same place for me.

The life moves on around the ally and I am stranded in the same place without that precious little sunshine.

Hard to wait for another season to my sunshine back at same place as the ever changing urban landscape with so many problems might not allow it to burst in same place. But I’ll wait and see that’s for sure.