.......YOU CAN RETURN
Come here without fear,
It's not a city without any care...
In the wasteland of the self,
Whatever colourful butterflies of a few sighs...
Are remaining....
Still you will find them waiting,
And these are still out in the autumn flower,
In search of fragrance.
Come here that it's a world of possibility,
The sun here never gets weary.
The passage of darkness........
Is not possible on this avenue,
Here,expression without any fear...
Remains awake around the clock.
In the wall of the word........
Hundreds of doors of meanings are open,
Each word here is intractable.
Like a child......
In each passing moment...
It alters the toys of meaning.
This is a free world of fantasy,
You can speak here without any fear,
You can open the gateways of expression,
And....whenever you wish...
By opening new door of meanings....
You can return.
