I have heard many people say many times that life is too short. Great writers and great poets have defined life based on their views and experiences. Some call it deception, some mirage. Some call it Gulistan, while others call it the desert.
Some people find it poisonous, while others find it nectarines (Water of life).
Each has a different color, each has a different taste...
We can say that life has soaked us...
It's still a mystery to me
I still don't understand what life is all about. Sometimes I think life is just a collection of
Some breaths...Then it seems no, no Life is a journey and we are nothing but a traveler here...When I think of more life, it seems that life is nothing but an eternal torment...This is a cage, I was destined to sob until the last moment.
Life is occasionally bright or sometimes dark In her yard the tones of amusement resound ... sometimes in her quadrangle, there is a storm of mourning and moans.
What is life? It's however a mystery to me.
For me, life is just an incident of failure misery, Delusion...
It is slipping from my hands like sand...Every passing moment is a sign of failure. Sometimes the heart wants. To stop these moments, to hold them captive but...Alaaaaaaas😔
I am looking for life, life is grassland and grief is constant, I desire to meet face to face life at some point in life, and I hold it and inquire "what you are".?
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