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Words, I felt it looks like my life
I loved and I hate
Gladness and Sadness
I laughed then I cried
But, although all the pains, I exist
I learned that…
My wound not pain anyone else, but me
And the peoples who crying around me, will not help me
The most beautiful smile, is loom on my lips in my sever pain
And the worthy believable tears, is dropping silenced, where no one could see
I be happy with the peoples, and be sad lonely
The medicine for my only wound, is the satisfaction with my fate
And the great success is how to pairing my desires with desires of whom around me
If I want the comfort in my life, I have to be care about my health
If I want the happiness, I have to be care about my morals
And if I want all of that, first I have to be care about my religion
Never despise anyone whoever is
Because every one has own blemishes, but in own hidden life
The environment which we brought up, created our personalities
And our ambitions, our thoughts, just remake our personalities and changing of our life shape
Most of us like the kids
We hate the true because we taste its soreness
Then we never thinking about its sweetness cure
We love the null, because we like its taste
Then we never care about its poisons
The beauty of soul makes us and whom around us, very happy
But the beauty of shape, makes whom around us, Only Happy
It just...
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