You do well, dear friend; descending into the water every morning and looking at the sky. Hope begins with filling the gaps we see in the infinity of the sky, and it flows from generation to generation.
I attribute the sleepiness of the night to the drunkenness of the previous day. Mother nature is the biggest heaven and hell world where I will take refuge. Even if I get angry with him, offended, offended, or even disappear, one day I believe in the earth power that gives hope to the world as another object and try to live that way, because I am a person who believes in evolution from the heart. Evolution does it through natural transformations in a continuum that will find a solution to everything in its own naturalness.
Yes, everything is similar to us, it will fill with us, it will decrease with us. Sunflowers look at the sun, the sun looks at the earth with deep devotion. This is such a great love that since no poet has the power to tell it, we people search for a definition of this union with poetry, gazelle, naat, ode, prose, instrument, guitar, whirlpool, law. A heart that embraces him with a smile and the joy of a child keeps us loyal to our loved ones. In real freedom, it is an elixir of drunkenness tied to the humility of our deep smiles, which is poetically put into us, seeking warmth in us. Dimples, dimples that give strength to the poet's poetry, do not come to be traumatized, they always show a sad tendency to one side like a spike. This show-off is not a flashy show, on the contrary, it is an embarrassed and feisty situation that shows a person's own weight with respect to himself and his environment.
Eyes are always sincere and sincere, they reassure, they take trust, one understands at first sight, the eye, the spectacle, the strength and the power of an eye. Delicate, graceful, enlightened like raw grains, with a decency that enchants life, enchants the soul and reduces it to the earth, to love… The glances of dimpled cheeks in smiles are special, they knit and embroiders the heart of the human being. Eyes never lie. A pair of delicate eyes is the guardian of the soul. He takes everything to the eye, without the need for a couple of words!
Anyway, if a person does not stop time and run to his loved one, he cannot love, cannot learn to love, his love will not give confidence. Love reduced to today's love exhausts everyone. Love is as corporate as it is private, and it manifests itself in a deductive manner. In front of love, even philosophers stand up and sing together, chorus "this is love". This shows the great respect for love. Love doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt or fade away. Everyone goes, everyone is lost, renewed like the seasons, but our hearts do not send what it loves to anywhere, because the heart cannot send off everybody to the hands… There it gives grass or sees it to eternity with us.