To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.