| a desert of crunching sand grains on the teeth, mixed with time lost gray days mist, newborn cells death in the solitude self, one long cry of million rains teardrops, filled one big melting pot, overflowed by hopes, dropped in the black hole of unknown worlds, a burnt bowl of unused flames, and reveries of minstrels, playing flute on the avenue of crossing days and nights, healing lights, moved lost souls to find the way to fulfill fate, the life purpose. | ||
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