Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
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