The man looking for the truth started looking for the truth. A real man is a man who finds the truth. With your hands, your eyes. And these beings have always been and will always exist. Now there is,
My eyes are under my control now. I felt like I was resting. But I didn't really laugh at people. Why foreign On the way home at 15:30. There was considerable amount of snow on the roads, it was difficult
He was in a utopian world of weird charm. Actually, her sister was on her back. Pillows on the pillow … Gravity defeated; but he thought he had beaten him up and had ascended and climbed on a cloud, in
When the woman went with her son at the tip of her husband, the man was drawing faster than the bile. At one point I looked at my back and said: IP hurry! rubber shoes got stuck in the mud. When she returned
It was an hour's sleep. And again, there were lives under the billboards that were going to disappear tonight. The man checked the materials with his son once. He would do two jobs today. A woman who wants
I had a festive season full of my friends and good people. Everybody returned home, sadness was left behind, still feeling happy. In the afternoon, I lay down in the hammock in the front yard. I drink
When I went out on the street without a uniform, I panicked as if I was walking around from my mom … Uniform love was probably the greatest love of everyone. Moreover, in this society, the uniform was
When he finished his coffee, he put on his jacket, took his bag and threw himself into the street. As usual, a few blocks away was sent to the bus stop. Bus stopped but bus stopped. Three months ago I
Two days later, as soon as a weekend wakes up I went to the . I was going from one bookstore to another. But I had enough money to buy more books from my pocket, and the books were really expensive. I
I did everything today. I drank hookah, looked at the girls I did not know, looked at the girls, squeezed the ferry boats, sang on the street with the immigrants, waved to the cars and gave them to the
One day a man wanted to travel to his village to another city. The man went to the writing room to cut the tickets and cut his ticket. Of course, the man said how much of the ticket, what he did, in this
No soul is an object, you insult the goods, there are very beautiful organs. Things; The gift of a loved one is a necklace or cage that you may encounter when you first meet, touch or exercise. There are
The only and shortest way to describe past times. Folds, clocks, years and more keep him out of time. His people had a very old memory. And our mind is like a lasso. When he came to remember the little
Rich rhymes are used as rhymes. on the edge of rich rhymes. The poem, order and harmony of the mold according to written words and sentences. You can give the content of the poem. Poetry was tried on the
Shadow Eyes Sad Shaking hands like a bird Evening going In her strings our poet likes shadow love. The shadow follows and follows the tracks as it follows the person. Our poet chose this metaphor when
Life's a scene where you decide to find him. Human life can be seen in a comfortable chair. It is possible to see and interpret everything inside. On stage good and bad, beautiful and ugly, friendly with
A person is aware that everything is in the sense of the environment. It's a scam that tries to kidnap and destroy everything. In mythology, detailed legends were produced about the time that took the
Our poet is at a time when his work is at the top of his emotion intensity. Our poems are left behind in an event he watches or listens to, the words have found a way out of the heart and burst into tears
