Inadequacy

A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers ? Queen bee will decide for a spliced dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup. The stings were the torchbearers. A smile comes out with a walker. The vitals were dysfunctioning. The end does not need any comma. Satish Verma