A poem, He was runnig

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He was running
Run! I said,
It would fall,
Fallen! I said,
He fell,
It stood on the foot
He walked to me,
My friend!
I'm so happy. Said
Why? I said.
I was running but I did not know why. Said.
So? I said.
I understood when you called. Said.
What did you understand? I said.
I wanted to fall, even to want. Said.
By eye! Said.
Knowing that someone wants my Fall
The pleasure that he has given me
Knowing that I will not feel my knee burst
You say that you are a Dreamer,
I run to fall. Said.
Ah! I said.
As you wake up for the first time, you will wake up to the first dream as you wake up to the first time. You will not be accustomed to being succumbed to the beginning. I said.

Their eyes, which can not see the beauty of life, deafen the voice of their long distance mood. Now they are both blind and deaf, until they see a light in the dark with their blinded eyes. That's when they are saved from deafness, but the first sound they hear will be the voice of many piles away. If they can struggle and understand how far this voice is coming from, the voice of pessimism can disturb them as much as the sound of falling in the other room, and blind eyes open, life is beautiful now. Said.

Come on.

We cuddled.