why too much pain, the thing was
made by glass, hence
breakage, again
would be
re decorate the showcase, just
forget the nightmare, life
wants to run behind
the flying fern,
an aspire,
to collect colored feather, the wish,
to listen the clamor of birds,
night has passed
writing some
poetry on
the sky, its not impossible to decipher,
do not make the life Egyptian
mystery, some meaning
of life could be
read only
in darkness, so wait for the next night,
now sun is floating on his mission,
above the sphinx, pyramids,
desert and the nile,
of course
above
the mummy too,the lively sailor calls
from other edge, just wait for
crossing the river,
perception
follows
the path of waves, unknown to the
destination point, a journey
towards the new
dimension, an
innovative creation, a navigation under
the flow of conscience,
at any cost, life
is beautiful.
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