Meditation is upon the sorrow
Of man;
His own pain from hearts.
Each meditation usually kill
The selfishness.
Knowledge of its all related to
Ego;
It's all buried by mystique and cryptic
Beauty of meditations.
After all faces were covered
With gold.
But that gold was not reachable
To any ornaments.
Eventthough it was material
Without melting.
The most excellent blood passed
Through the human cells of each
Human body.
Each action was vibrated through
The faith of words from our good
Hearts.
And all was through the god's words.
There is no common languages.
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