the beano of life, and disport of wild
stream, never stops, it's natural
ebullition, nobody could
be loyal through
out the ages,
infinite
love or be promise everlasting, it's -
only a dreamy hypnosis, flowing
from height to downward
is sign of affection,
it's not easy
to change
the
stance of time, everything changes -
moment by moment, hence
do not remind me, that
your love is the
paramount,
in the
exhibition of physical universe, it's -
hard to choose the authentic
object, sometimes the
imitation looks
more
beautiful than the real lucid metal - - -
may be truth is always bitter
but doesn't mark the
serious wound !
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