If something breaks up in the end, it may start over as new again.
So many shades you possess and every one seems new whenever you throw it away.
Stones are hard objects but sometimes, they do show their soft side.
Water, the first drop of life!
What starts up with high ferocity, turns into nothing but peacefulness in mere few moments.
They say home is where the heart is. How about I add up texture into this?
Be careful on the edge!
How hard is it to sail?
Not just on rough waters