I peel a pomegranate and say to myself Weren't it good if one could see,the seeds of people hearts Tears come when the juice splashes in my eyes
I peel a pomegranate and say to myself Weren't it good if one could see,the seeds of people hearts Tears come when the juice splashes in my eyes
Life is a dimension of tree in the eyes of an insect. Life is strange sence experienced by a migrating bird....
We are not to comprehendthe secret of roses, but maybeswimming in the incantation of roses.Or may be looking forthe song of truthbetween the morning glory,and the century.
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