|
INSTANT OF ORIGINATION
|
Instant of Origination
A hint that attracted me so long, fancied in the twinkles of new dawn, essence of small sprout and rotation of the first cry of a child. A hint that encountered so more of my thoughts to deliver the key that opened the pavilion of enquiries. It took me high to the skies of sense and sincere feelings, and to great endowment of understanding…
Then, I know how to sail in the world of start, the start which we know and that of unknown, which we live it's endurance and ambiguity, which we look for under anticipation to see sad face hardened by ailing and immersed in it's bitterness. How it came for its shape to show a new veil of feeling and a new sense of feeling. The first instant came like upheaval of drops scattered into marvelous mare by the deed of small stone, and delicately under desire, eagerness and inclination we follow this stream feelings.
|
|
|
|
|
|