We were created to love or be loved.
  I love a blind companion
  looks like my mother,
  hide from him,
  And finds me red-handed.

  I love an owl that I draw in broad daylight,
  abundant feathers,
  She escape from me.

  I like a pencil the length of my forefinger,
  confident in his head,
  He writes what I don't think of.

  Ah, how are things then?
  Everyone excludes the opposite of the opposite?

  i like i tweet meaningless,
  The meaning of existence.

  Let go of existence
  And see what's there!

  I love a woman I don't want
  something of her,
  And you don't want anything from me,
  She is the mistress of God!

  I love what no one else can see,
  I love my self!

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The painting is Amir Khatib's creation.