Time is a flood that melts our love.
Nobody's in your grief.
Our hearts while the seas are blurred.
If the person you love is shivering,
Nobody's in your grief.
Loneliness minutes from old age. Desperate hand clutch, sometimes moments of human life. Now the scorpion grip is fragmented. In the poem of , the poem of the time of Visal is meaningful: wrapped in spaces in time; What is art? He doesn't understand anything. Women's desolate times knelt. "Past days!" The power of the struggle against time. Alone, lonely, endless int is marked during the wind breeze.
Our poet based his observations on these feelings. Life is full of lessons to learn, because our poet opens only one point of view and then opens an inner shot through the window of life. But this is a hopeless hour without the right to do it.
The silent ships on the road can't even shake the handkerchiefs. Times in the book of life. He's scared if he does. Amazing moaning of the lonely screams. When all your loved ones are given to the bosom of the earth.
There is a fear similar to death in our poets. Clean the service life. In fact, death is not a son to fear. Death is a historical document, a ticket to the eternal world. The beautiful expression of our poet or the moment of death:
