A Letter From One's Deepest Heart

The people with different lights in their soul are the ones that the earth did not understood, like a star shines in the sky blue horizon. It is such a pity for a master, to judge an artist by another masterpiece. When a human appears with a brand new aura, he shall shine the color of his heart to the world. Thus, a child would destroy the bubbles that he has not seen before. A man would feel like a dog stuck in a group of wolves, when the earth reflects his color to the empty sky. As he walks, the icy cold eyes shall guide him untill he is perished. Yet, the earth will never recognize revolution as his soul transits. What is the point of living in a coincidence, when life owns a pathway to the golden star? What is the point of dying, when the spirit of water did not fulfill the thirst of mankind? Flowers shall embrace the world with their own colors and hues, as a monotone fruitless grape tree will be nothing but a spot of darkness. One will not recognize warmth if he did not know coldness.