The thousand words;
The pretty, nodding effect of the most delicate flower;
The touch that soothes you;
On the blue ocean, the sand in your feet... that touch!
The feel, the internal reflection of my soul:
I stand here, looking inside of you;
Watching the glistening soul of yours;
Feeling the inner beauty of the lost treasure;
The rust on the locks that were locked some years back...
Time went by, like the grains of the sand,
Like the air that touches your face,
The air that lifts you up in the sky, for a moment,
Giving you a feel of eternity,
Of immortality,
Giving you a feel that you can live the moment forever!
But I