Pragmatic World

The crater of pragmatic world. Burden of having systolic soul. Time has the enigma to manoeuvre you leeward and wee-ward. Space has the power to breed unbreakable emotion. Justifying the irrational behaviour is like contaminating bruised sanity. Pacify the thought of rejuvenated aura. Deep down lies the wounded heartbroken rhythmic solution. We call it pragmatic world. Its insignia of coliseum of benefactors. That regards you to be dead poet. Which generates the creatures that resembles. The undetected, undiluted, unassailable, unaltered. Realm of the cosmo. They protrude the energies of love. Love as in morphic of the globe. It all flies back in till the core. So the pragmatic souls. Retrieve the greatest creations. And their unremitting behaviour to keep ovulating...........LOVE