The transition of the spiral at the glory atom, we conquer the reality with the illusion of honour that passes with the insignificant winds of lies. We cut off the branches on which we sit, we return home through the dust clouds of material madness.
The old generation runs into a crisis of identity, young people think that they have become gods that do not die. We leave traces of ignorance in the wax of future challenges, love is forgotten between passion and interest.The great price in small secrets, small thoughts on the big screen show the artist's spells.
We demonstrate the knowledge and wisdom of love for unknown feelings, turn the power of the mind through the eternal story of mystical secrets. Feel my love with the taste of strawberries, I become a lion in the nature of your beautiful being.
Glory and beauty draw dreams on the screen of insanity, we become invisible in billions of the same movements. Modest perfection and character of honour, you opened the heart of the champion at the height of fame and passion.
- Original poetry written by @dobartim
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when you become a sailor in the middle of the ocean
hole the ship and gradually drown and let your body decay shattered until there is no more identity
all going back to original
exist and nothing
feel there but no form
feel nothing but called there
when the smallest particles look for couples to become self-forming molecules
find the atom with the right weight and value
so it will meyukan in a similar rhythm
so as to step in the balance
Achieving balance is important in life
the balance also brings me to the glorious glory without any defect
until you look at the world without leaving a smile of happiness.
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"The old generation runs into a crisis of identity, young people think that they have become gods that do not die." --- this is reality, thank you for transforming it into a good poetry. Your work may seem simple but it contains a thousand meaning. To more writings and appreciation!
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Interesting poem with significant meaning. Thanks a lot to @dobartim for his great poem. The pictures are also beautiful and related to the poem. Thanks for sharing the post.
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New generation thought they are immortal and with science and technology they can beat death but they don't know the only truth of human life is death. Rest of the things are illusions that we have construction to satisfy our self.Hare Rama Krishna @dobartim
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