Lovegraphy

And also,
so that it lives in tearful eyes and then in dreams.
Falling to that place where dreams are made,
With his name, he wants to be valued in the lap of the earth,
and then darken.
Maybe in the cold and deserted streets
to be likened to rain when mad winds blow,
Or a memory of a loved one,
and wants to sit in a book whose
every page is decorated with moist roses,
If possible, maybe a love poem
he wants to drip sadly.
Sometimes to smell the lovers
like a prayer, a handful wants to rise to the sky.
The only sound of the silent forest is from the leaves.
It is so sad that it makes you feel sad with its magic.
He wants to witness his happiness.
Guess what life is?
You, think of the places that stay with you and give you a gift.
Every page depends on you,
think of the hidden life in you of all realities.
Dream with a single color in your voice.
consider it the source of inexplicable pleasures
maybe it's like living a scarlet novel.
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