hi ... all hopefully this time is happy.
let's see my post this time:
Something I can not forget
soft fur on your forehead
which bristles while I kiss
and when I kusibak your hair
There's something I will not throw away
a series of mementos
which is illustrated in the dark of night
and stored at the top of the ground
The sky above the intersection
my friend sang
such as the collapse of the tree
with a lonely guitar
with injuries and love
I still sing ever again
I have something to think about
revenge and hurt
as well as struggling to stem the hatred
God, keep my hand
Thank you for visiting my blog 
