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