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    The sun was hiding behind some big grey clouds ,hurried  bushy brushes on the blue ocean sky . 

    In his eyes shimmering reflections were hidden , yet shining bright the bashful ( shy) tired smile. The good old  records played on and on ,now sounded  as echoes of hoary days ,days of audacious (adventurous ) soul and eyes of Phoenix wandering in the wilderness. He could not revive the glory of the past neither he had strength to keep his fist up to the sky  , fighting against the rusted windmills . 

    See; he was pretty stuck on this dusted big hall of time , comfortably numbed between all these odd reflections , crackers voices and pesky (annoying) silhouettes. Still it was felt as he was the fortunate owner of an invisible cloak cus´nothing seemed to  could pester the hush of all those blighted (damned)  thoughts ,prisoners of  his raving mad mind. He has bedridden ( sick) by the bloody well damned truth all around him , innocence and liberty gunned down at every single corner of the world , unburden corpses of tomorrow and today drowning down in rivers of blood.  He was feeling tired and overwhelmed by the idea of living in this grotesque picture of a sour reality. He quite missed the days when his bliss relied on ignorance and the feeling of being the strongest person in the world. His shelter came to be the darkest shrouded (hidden ) yet the safest place in the whole wild world , where he could rest his wounded soul.