My Tear

Have you ever been embarrassed or feeling helpless? If you feel something so authorized, you do not know what to do or how to solve it. Did you feel that it hurts so much that it seems like correcting your body? Have you ever felt that you are very depressed? When thinking about every tear falling on my face every time, I think about these questions. I want to know how many tears really hit my face and how many tears really penetrated my skin.

The effect of tear gas on eyes and lungs does not appear immediately. It took me about 3 seconds to start burning as if my eyes melted. My eyes were blocked with tears, tears made my face infiltrated - my tears responded and tried to wash away the eyes and the vapor above the skin. I stopped and turned over. In the vicinity of the center of Harburg there are dance sculptures of real men, women and children. In the yellow haze, these characters look like Pompei's victims, frozen people, irises. An old lady is being helped by two men on the street. She got lost and got confused

My hands are cold and cold. My heart is jumping. My anger is burning. My passion is pulsating. My tears were shed. Beautiful, polite tears, but soaring, tears, prolonged between fear and pleasure. This story pants me, awakes and makes me wild in my heart. Again, my view on God has broken and jumped out of the box, so I still seem to be building it.

A warm tear caught on my cheek; that tear was not worthy of the emperor, and the tears of Chandashoka * were too embarrassing. The bright red light of the setting sun hurt the pain of my heart. My pride became ash. My ancestor whispered in my ear for a long - do not forget the day when you handed over the scepter of the Maurian throne, do not forget your big promise to your subject - Be happy, give them unexpected Prosperity will judge how truthful you are to your words, Ashoka. "

{Precious friends, I know that you know tears. Pain and anger, tears of hope and despair. I know that you are keen to win the tears of victory in complete recovery. Now, through Jesus, my tears, you reach out and grab a friend reading this and pray that you will not hold your breath. Your time is due to the importance of your plan, so even when I am waiting, my friend read this, saw treatment every day waiting, and blessings came from other blessings I pray for being born. Amen}}

I brought corrupted souls to the green heart of the world and wept. Asking for blessings, breaking it, accepting it is shy and tears healed. My tears gave water and nourished Mother Earth which was supporting me. Perfect circle: Marathon becomes mother (My whole mother becomes my mother because my mother is sleeping)