on miss patting her chest,
on whom love is fixed.
not you a secret flow
wet paper with poems
containing love,
give birth to a child of longing poetry
bring the story
about lonely poetry
looking for friends in the temple.
on a glass of brewed coffee
heart complained
comrade familiar with a cloud of smoke
kretek tobacco,
even sometimes sanger accompanied by traditional cookies
just leaning on the troubled situation
propping up the fog of words.
There is a beautiful payback in the coffee in a memorable reunion with a memorable reunion
Probably while waiting for the active #witness back
And the whales visited again as before
And hopefully steemit is still a place to work
That's all I hope and gets 