Where is the philosophy sleeping this Saturday after-noon? Are the philosophers already dead? Are the poets gone from the planet? I look through the window and all I see is advertisements.
Contributed by: mara
Perhaps, someday, someone will see and understand the real shape of the world.
Nothing exists forever in one shape or another. You say existence - you say transformation, evolution and regress.
Love joins the souls regardless how many spaces apart.
Judging the existence by comparison is not always the best pathway to progress.
Try to remember me when the cold frosty winter will set veils of snow flakes over my old hair. I will remember you to.
Anytime is place for a mistake, anywhere. Don't be to hursh with that need of mistakes to be part of our life. It's in vain.
My soul speaks many more languages than my fingers. Let them make mistakes if they want to. They don't have any self-conscience.
Be there next time when the happiness will visite you.
I will enjoy life tomorrow too, and with my soul lyre I'll sing for the entire Universe.
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