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There Is A Moment

There is a moment
When you see a mountain
Which appears simply like a collection of trees
But where night has arrived
You are shown a life that you never see
Maybe you just marvel at during the day
And begin to forget at night
When you decide to end this evening with the sound echoed


You might think
So easy to be able to say sorry
But did you ever think
Every word sorry that you said
Contains a dark history
Which may be repeated


You can explain with a thousand languages in the world
But one thing you can not say
This heart will be in silent
Because in the bottom of my heart this
Still kept silence
About the events ago


If you believe everything you attempt will work
Then believe that there is a time
Where an effort is just a word that is spoken in the brain
But the feet, hands and mouth even this can not do


So there is a time where silence
Will still be a silence
Until a happy transformed
And save it from the void


A wheel will probably continue to rotate
But there are times when the wheel stops at a certain point
And determine which direction that will be passed again
Like humans
Wheels may not be able to speak and breathe
But knew it purpose in life to rotating direction
The man knows his way
But prefers happiness than benefits


Do what you need
Not what you want
Tt may be difficult
But at the end of the effort, you will see an eternal happiness

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