Life means ache in anything, surviving its pain. In rainy days, in the sunny the same.

Life signifies days' safety, at least ideally reigned.

Life days signify us with savings. From the gate of it into the last day, only aching and pain in chain.

Life bites our mind in vain. Life knife engraves our mind in pain. Because life is filled with assorted ache and being in pain for some irresistible reason.

My pain is your pain, your ache is my ache, as they should be, but not that occasion could be made in vain.

Life runs in days. 
Kind mind rushes even in shade.
But that receiving occasionally means either another ache.

But you sometimes behave in reign. And my mind can never be satisfied with the condition merely fallen in disgusted pain.

Flying in life is made in phase. But usually it attends also pain.

Life by itself runs with ache, pain in days with the play.

Life starts with red, to raised into blue, gradually shifted into gray.

During lifetime, mind in pain runs together with physically ached, occasionally in anxiety, life pays so much in pain for dealing with anything.

Life days costs daily safety and minds ache in preventive intended exhaustion.

Anxiety around you makes me your mail.
Bravery gives me in ache some useful spiritual aid to me.

None the less, they take me to the another phase on my life. It's mind to be taken to the reign to ached all.
I wish to heal my pain in ached mind, but a poet on my mind is taken to made a phrase in painkilling. In the poetry, each ache is the safe.

Life in vain makes wishing poetry to anyone made poet, in it, anybody can write anything with the mind to be taken to the ache eliminated ease in phase of life days.

Anybody from the mind of poet guides the one into safe reign in own spontaneity.

None the less, anyone can know that no ache lifetime is neither in vain. 
With some signified pain, life means safe.
Because pain made by days said that naked ache will be made game.
The game makes the owner safe.
It's game saves phrases of poetries to those poets.

Because, in them, poets take safety in getting safe ache in a hope to heal it into their own days.

Life aches. 
Lives ache. But it makes you a name. It's saint pain. Mainly, ached days in any game in any cave, darkness invites you and me into necessarily saved light in it.

Faint in a day makes poets crave safe wish in making phrase in the cave. Because poets things are safe wishers.

Life cave evades opened daylight in an own hopeful mind.
None the less, saint wish in the one's cave makes the one another phase into eternal daylight mainly made gate in center.

The gate will be otherwise the life mate for the one's night sleep.
In the phrase, for poets, only no difference between sleep and death will be provided.
 Life aching means every phrase's own ache which could be made by the days nature for poets.

Poets make ache, even in a safe day, for making them ache for writing poetries. 

Life for poets means every phrase's own aching which is made by aching poets' own life ache.

Poets make ache intentionally in safe days, daringly to any mate. It's awakening to the ones around safety in the one's reign which was made by the days.

In the poetry, any phrase means safety in reign in any ached day.

In the end, only ache saves us in days with pain. Ache means whole lifetime mate.

Life makes us safe days, only in its ache.
They all are fate to any mate for any poet. 
Life ache is you. 

My ache is your poetry. 
Because you are also a mate for pain.
And you are also poet and the one's mate. 

July. 8th.   2023