When you fall on your knees, you realize that under my feet never had the soil, only a thin thread on which you walk for life. You see, the sky is more than it seems and life is shorter than we would like ... infinite only a second until you're on your knees. And from the abyss comes the joyful howl "fall!". And the last time looking at the sky, you see thousands of souls, warm caring souls who pulled you wings. Thousands of eyes, the light that brings the seemingly so distant sky. And millions of voices, of which strengthens nearly dangling thread. Thank you! Let your souls remain forever the warmth that you could fly in front of a fire burning passion, hatred, happiness, love in general-life. And yet sometimes I ask, get up on his knees, but only in front of Mother and God. Of love.
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