You know, these days sometimes
I am almost in love with death.
You are surprised.
But I too wonder if it is possible
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nope if it is then who will feed us the feel of the love the nostolgia which give us the lives god gifted it the lips and tip of the nose smells more than we tell respiration and breath counts the drops if you make it the imagine as the drops you cannot count how many drops burried in the earth , my prayer only for to live and let to live love human and be human
An excellent poem. Difficult to conceive an idea like this, which you have done well at ease!