The loved ones go away leaving behind them memories to toy with
The dead leave never to return
Separations from the owns is forever , no hope of ever meeting them again
Ask the survivor, his memory alive with his feelings for the dead near ones ,
In what condition is the living worse than the dead
Only the dew can reveal the secret of the ocean
The fearful of the pricky thorns can never dare touch the soft velvety feel of the blossoms
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