Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
Immortality goes through dead before all.
What can we do without pain in front of happiness?
No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.
You can just be your self's stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?
We pass through Time from birth in order to have from where to come, together with death.
There is no better guide to this world than oblivion.
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