A loving landscape scene is a pure tear.
Shadows of Resurrection
They love the victim of humility
Division in the sky.
A headless wagon that summarizes poems with surprised joints from the victim’s window and has just begun to attack; nobody thinks I’m a stutterer; I accepted the principal’s identity.
Crying temperament, the alphabet of a poem that brings dust to the smoke and the exclusion of my name
Like a lying magician, he embarrassed himself on the roof of the contract and likes to swallow thousands and still swallow for seven hundred years.
What is the complaint of a simple word?
I came now
Hazan plants aren’t necessarily sad players?
The piano doesn’t say that.
The caliber of the day has a gigantic provision, and when I start laughing here, my smile is about my words and the stupid clouds I love.
How many stars of the sky are starving.
Dripstone is a bench in space and I’ll leave love nida here.