The silent words are frightening and mean , they hide at times to make the fears steady , and you don't know how to begin , for someone all these words has used already .
They keep somebody's tears , torture , pain , the cry of birth and that last dying sound . People are milliards , stocks of words're the same , but yours must ring as if for the first time found .
Things are repeated : ugliness and beauty . The paths and highways aren't new at all . The Poetry's unique , its sacred duty's to wake immortal chords of our soul .
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