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How quiet he has turned! A river of thoughts, an ocean of words. Feels so worthless turning in to dumb stone, once was shining like stars. May be looking for the words of love in the faces, but found the barren lands. No cultivation, no shrubs, no flowers. The thirst of words was like a desert, found no quench, so drowned in his own tears. Gone alone in travel of life, and lost in the winds. O, wind any news of him? When gone in the hibernation, everyone forgot, hardly found in the bottom of the lines, the one, once was found on the top of the list. Used to play with the fragile toys, now roaming hiding his wounds. Looking behind again and again, with the desire to see whom he left. Forgot that so much indifference would turn into ignorance from other side. No one is bound to be with you, if you are even not with you. Turned quiet, no matter, became indifferent no matter, but left some traces of love behind so may be remembered by the well wishers.
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