The most beautiful thing in this world isn't made up of particles. It's the strength of a person who has seen the collapse of their world, everything they held dear crashing into a million pieces. Yet every morning, they wake up and build up their life. All over again, mourning their loss in a tranquil silence. And that's astonishingly beautiful.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
