tonight again, life asked the same question,
alone in fogy night
answer wasn't differ as usual, how to
hide the centuries long your
inclusion, that love
which over -
lapped
the persona, ruled the delicate surface of -
emotion, very difficult to get rid of
those eyes, it chases unto
far away, wants the
plenary body
and
soul, a fascination makes the passionate
obstacle, life moves on the stairs
of labyrinth, though the
river of salvation,
flows before
the eyes,
the
offering flowers floats on the waves and -
gradually touches to the edge,
the priest of destiny looks
with surprise - -
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