Coming With Little Beauties

Coming with little beauties,
Great happiness,
It carries people from season to season.

Let time flow as it knows,
Peace in a few sentences,
Beyond what is felt,
It blooms with the beauty of the expected.

Blue opens up hopes,
In the love of those who thirst for love,
Joys fly,
Out of the inner world of man.

Here is the moment,
Sometimes with a sign of the waiting,
It turns the spark to fire.

There are also some moments,
Like a lost key,
They are the silences on the lips with the feelings,
without wounds, without cuts, without blood,
It always bleeds inside a person.

Feelings waiting,
It never rusts,
It forces one's patience,
And human,
It kneads human life with pain,
I know that people should live humanely.

Those songs that,
It must come to life,
Of longing-smelling lands,
In the burn tune.

It should be with Canan,
In a velvet voice,
Where bodies embrace.

Emotions are not deciphered,
The beauty of the soul must be touched,
The lover should be with the one he loves.

In short,
The depth of the breath taken in the distance,
It multiplies sighs,
Sleep is divided,
Nights pass by,
Or eyes buried in walls,
Is there anything more painful than this?
The moment is silent,
Time is silent.

Courage to,
When a handful is buried in the heart,
Those who wait spend waiting,
Their life, which is a storytelling,
Words from the heart,
Unreachable interlocutor,
It melts away on the curtains of your tongue.