Beginning without End

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Ahlan ...
It is wonderful when the lateral line sense of the mark in old rocks
Turn down the noise surrounding
Describing what the tongue was unable to explain
With knitted lies that overshadows


Indeed self is longing to be recognized
Just as the essence of Friend of Heart that yearns for the arrival of His devotees
Not to confirm personal greatness
Just to the view of one eye redirected to the other road

Like the love that has always managed to know the beginning and never meet the end
I hope my trace in this new world is not cracked
To carve virtual ink in a sea of ​​hearts
To know the world once again for what I think