Many ordinary people think monotone...
Dreams of success and fantasies about material...
Lifting himself up like a peacock that has lost its feathers...
Overflowing with lust until stupidity arises...
Forgetfulness of identity...
Everywhere there are masks...
As expensive as your face...
It wasn't a real success though...
Because what is called true success is the victory of the heart over what we call material nature...
Loyalty and total surrender...
With what we call faith and love.
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Twilight I Give Her Name
PoetryA Simple Writing, As Simple As Someone, As Simple As Love.