to me

I was very needy, If it was a hope for the hope Promise merges neither success nor backwardness, tabulated between thinning, and integrating The sun shone before the sun as it rose walk in stab of them, and thorns of ruby-dressed sashes,…

This is life, if you come to a stone It gave birth to a rapture of rapture, as if it were the tongue of water knocking on it. Tears welling up in the weeping eyelids, when the grains that you left are on top of them are a net. From the…