My heart cries blood

You stop from time to time  sometimes and onto some  minutes to  admire,the green field,the many flowers,the diversified world. The rich forest, the rumbling trees,the starlit nights,the lap of the valley,the mountain top? Not you do not find the time for this!  Got used sometimes to stroke,onto aching wounds to give salve. The falling tears to wipe,to be glad on somebody else happiness? To listen the lip of who overlooks a grief and onto a complaint,to console the sufferer! And it is necessary to prepare for the account if an evening falls onto the late today. Onto balance to do whole you lived it,you did good,you saw beautiful one. And you do not have an other desire merely this much: not to rush,only man to be…