Mist does not enslave my eyes anymore.
During the lonely walk down the desert beach
I found silence and peace of heart
among the midst of lonley waters.
God never let us travel with empty hands.
If you have clear eyes,
you sea through the fog of a mundane despair.
Nature opens the gate of the soul
to the wide world.
I get wind of heaven
on the desert beach.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Mist does not enslave my eyes anymore.
During the lonely walk down the desert beach
I found silence and peace of heart
among the midst of lonley waters.
God never let us travel with empty hands.
If you have clear eyes,
you sea through the fog of a mundane despair.
Nature opens the gate of the soul
to the wide world.
I get wind of heaven
on the desert beach.
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