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I've finally made the innermost complimentary...
The atmosphere of my heart is colored with love...
I can see none but i could say something
An unsafe beginning sometimes leads to nothing...
The brightest flower; worth to think about
The only girl that I couldn't live without...
When the music play, i remember you right away
all hindrances flay and my heart begun to stray...
My heart is floating up in the sky
For I've something different there up high...
Solemnity comes from a melancholic heart and nocturnal |
A poet is a poet, that will never change and a critic is a desperate writer who is not actually incapable of creating a masterpiece but afraid to be criticized. |
The theory of superhuman is an outlook of the sick people who cannot accept limitations |