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are hiding behind the veil of shyness,
and
have got somewhat angry,
otherwise,
why their outwatrd thin skin slightly red, soaked in blood?
The softness of the soil, mother of wax,
could not remain silent,
the secret could not remain undisclosed,
spoke out:
"If you wish, listen, I tell
some facts worth telling, worth hearing.
Somehow I introduce you with that
Existence,
with its wonders!
The kindness
black like collyrium
that is overflowing in the eyes, is teaching something
recognise the conscious....!
The clear redness, ruddiness of the dawn
that is reflecting in the lips,
is making us get something
equanimity
to keep along with all our affairs always;
the fleshy youth
that has trickled down the cheeks
Silent Soil :: 127
