We lived the happiest life – the poet Al-Buhtari
we lived happily ever after
syllables like twigs
I was still amazed
in two-eleven’s affinity
He even threw an arrow at me
Mennonites
Is it not bad luck with my sister?
I hit myself in the eye
we lived happily ever after
syllables like twigs
I was still amazed
in two-eleven’s affinity
He even threw an arrow at me
Mennonites
Is it not bad luck with my sister?
I hit myself in the eye