Whatever is happening

Sometimes it happens that I do not hear the throbbing of the chest! Even though I didn't hear that regularly before! Still, he finds love in the tension of his own chest dhukpukani with the roar of the sea. Not just love! Something is purer than love! If you say love, it will not sound clich. But the oath can be cut by inserting some kind of feeling in something pure. When I compare the soil with the tender heart of a teenager who has been pushed hard, I feel just as hard. I think what would happen if compared to the sea? There will be something. Maybe nothing more! What will happen is that the sea will not know that this will not happen! No?