Never Play With The Feelings:cry: Of Others Because You May Win:first_place: The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person :thumbsdown: For A Life Time.
When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty.
What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?