THE EYES OF ESSENCE
The art, the art of seeing with the eyes of a soul
when u observe,the depth of words
when every puzzle staris to untangle and you realize the depth of love
it's an art to suffer and observe to cope instend of mourning over words
how innocent the soul is, Don't enrich the Curse
don't blame the destiny, it's all the mercenary you brought To the world
don'tblame the poet, blame the expense of ardor
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