As life is loved, its invisible beauty is silent

 As life is loved its invisible beauty is silent at night without reading forbidden in the storms of dreams the night disenchants us to be an effect of the unknown because it makes us a tree of silence aspirated reality of furious fear we breathe like a rough sea Inside the body against whose walls the force of the ocean crashes, the unnamed terror continues as a mirror of being, it continues to survive in its perpetual tearing