The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.
Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?
Does somebody know why the consciousness of death has to die?
Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.
One will never find in the waterfall of sights anything else than the Illusion of Life, which falls in torrents on the granite rocks of the souls.
All the stars in the sky cannot worth as much as yours only because it belongs to you.
Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.
If you combine the suffering's great color palette you will find happiness as well.
All the roads of life end in death.
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