let me pick up some oyster shells, the high
ripples had been fallen on the beach,
and returned back to remote
deep sea, the beads of
immortalized love
scattered on
the moist
emotion, let me hide your love into the chest,
as immature pearls, life -- that's it waiting
for you, since multiple births, this is
the same meeting point of pre-
birth, once we lost in each
others arms forever,
on that horizon
of dreamy twilight, once we had pledged to
live together for lifetime, do not you
remember, but on the colored
sky the poetry of our hearts,
remained as the divine
inscription on the
mysterious
shrine,
heart says in every birth we are coming,
leaving our foot prints in illuminated
way to show the direction, as
sailor of turmoil sea often
forgetting to navigate
the ship on the
agitated
waves, here our love existed in the
invisible form - - -
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