I cannot count my moments on the way of love.
If I can make myself frequently moving in the shades of
bodies,
The size of life becomes time-searching episodes spent on
shares.
All ordinary living episodes are just small things of
silence.
And in the silence I want to fit myself in the matter of
formation,
That is needed in the sacrifice, perhaps I do not obtain
that desire,
Life is institution, that gets injured moments much more
than happier moments,
And working out for love moments I pass fingers to break
silence for supporting love.
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