The roar of the sky stirs the soul
Gray-black becomes its colorful
A gust of wind penetrates the soul
Feeling the chill in an empty heartful
The dragging of the waves is increasingly pounding
Crashing between the reefs that are lost
The water soaks the tips of the toes
Feeling the transience of the true world
I'm getting more silent about all the realities of truth
Until I don't know how I can go
Loudly, heard I can't grasp
Increasingly creasing the face of denial
The breeze with its storm
Lift all the holes of his sins
When it was gone...
All creatures who breathe its freshness
One day will be faced with a combination
Become a witness to its muted mouth situation
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