You have to love someone, even though grass, river, tree or stone, you have to put your hand on someone's shoulder, to be hungry, to be satisfied with closeness, to someone you have to, you have to, it's like bread, like a sip of water, you have to give your white clouds, your daring birds dream, their timid birds of helplessness - somewhere but it has to be for them a nest of peace and tenderness -, you have to love someone however grass, river, tree or stone because trees and grasses know about loneliness - because the steps always go further, even if they stop for a moment -, because the river knows grief - if only it leans over its depth -, because the stone knows pain - how many heavy legs has already gone over his dumb heart -, you have to love someone you have to love someone, you have to keep up with someone, in the same trace - o grass, river, stone, tree, silent companions of loners and eccentrics, good, great beings who speak only, when people fall silent.
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@Purebeauty
