wave returns to touch my body usually,
however; ground of the heart,
remains always arid;
get from anywhere;
a feeling that
the heart
should
be hydrous, ahead of your desires are
boundaries of thirst; even if you
want; do not be able to
touch the innermost
mine, an invisible
combustion
is smoldering with multi horizons, life
wants to concoct new unaltered
dimensions, where; everyone
can breathe without the
differences, such
a place;
where the feelings of the heart spills out
from the eyes, dipped into the
pain of others, full pure
spirits, without any
adulterants - -
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