Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
The mighty desert pursues the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The wise never marry, And when they marry they become otherwise.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Don‘t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
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