It took a lot of time to actually think about and decide whether publishing the following post is a good idea or not. There is something special about it, something that I could not decipher. It belongs to an old era that vanished a while ago. In all cases, here it is for the world to see.
Forgiveness in the Hatred Zone
I hope my pain turn into smiles upon the lips that gave me pain…
I hope my tears turn into sweet dreams in the imagination that made me cry…
I wish my depression turn into hope in the heart that molted me in depression…
I wish my hell turns into the rain of heavens and quenches the thirst of the deserts that gave fire to my hell…
I hope my loneliness turn into freedom upon the wings that set me in prison…
I wish a rose bloom upon the hands that buried me.
I hope he finds his shore, he who left me shipwrecked and lost…
“Death, love, and art are respectively the soul, the body, and the intellect of life.”
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