Poem Some travelers are very cute

***Some travelers are very cute❤

The journey is written first.

Destinations are later.

And

The traveler is born later

The roads are very busy.

Who knows what will happen to the roads?

Who will pass Or who will be separated.

They know who came from where.

Who has to go where?

What is their purpose?

Some travelers love them.

Those who know.

The ones they love are the ones they love.

Save even their footprints.

And we have been waiting for them for years.

They have been waiting for years.

When will he come dearer to me?

And when to ask for their gold.

She will adorn her feet with dust.

But he quickly erases some of those steps.

He has no idea.

The passer-by wants.

Even then they could not step on it again.

Don't even think about coming here again. ,

Some routes are just to come and some are just to go.

But there is only one way.

Which is very reliable.

Where the heart goes.

Where the air seems fresh.

He gives comfort.

If he leads the way.

So he brings it back.

But that path is not for everyone.

Every path is different.

They are the only passengers separated.

That destination is separate.

! We are looking for some people in the beginning.

But they are sitting on the extremes.

You have to go to extremes to reach them.

, A beginning begins after an end.

As far as travel It all stops at the same destination. Affiliation with the sun!

In the dark night, despite the claim.

The lamps have to be lit.

The first one is near.

Feel it.

Then longing for distant views.

The story of the past is different.

And the myth of the pass is different.

But if an expert writer is found.

So the biggest story ends in a fiction.

Just like the moon of the fourteenth.

No matter how bright it is.

A wandering cloud envelops him.

But why do these calves go?

Will the meeting continue like this?

Will no one return from here happy?

Who are they waiting for?

These roads are also very deserted.

Sometimes they start to get scared.

Sometimes they look like their own.

How is this time?

This is how we set out on this journey.

Now you have to make friends with these paths.

Now you have to follow them.

We put our desires on the island of the heart.

Now we will go to the dense forests of this journey. How thirsty they are.

What a love these paths have for us.

There is no fear now.

There is no smoke in the distance.

No lamp is burning.

Now the desolate settlements of the heart are about to be settled.

If you have any regrets.

So who told you to follow them?

This desolate path.

These ignorant people were to meet.

Now make friends with them.

Forget about the two or four things.

Follow them now.

These paths are very sweet because some travelers who walk on them are very sweet***.

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