The Taste is A Limit ( Poetry)

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*The taste is a limit

The burning feeling is there,
Love and affection was there, though a drop of water.
Never ask Tanya until when will survive,
That's all there is a limit of patience.
The feeling changes, it will not be as heaven,
Stimulate it, the flavor can fly and fall to others.
The flavor was not as thin as a leaf that waved,
All there is time, all there is permission, all there is end,
The taste is like an uncertain illusion, all have tastes, all have different passions,
Never expect more if the taste is gone,
Do not give again, if the taste has been taken the owner,
The aesthetic value that exists with you is no longer the same, if the desire for taste has become a carcass,
The taste has a different meaning, do not ever expect it back,
if this sense of ethics is bound like glue with others,
taste like cloud and ujan,
taste like snow and drought,
taste like a wind, taste like a rainbow,
because the taste is beautiful at a certain moment, and the taste will disappear when it's time.
If the taste is always coveted, always adored, possessed eternally
then I'm afraid, to take it off, there's just a burden and a disappointment somewhere later.************