Driven by the desire of flowers
Your chest is immaculate
Stream wet shoots
Rebuilding withered flowers
He put it on your chest
Choose it from the garden of faith
: Wild, dry, and miserable
When the dew drops
Flowers are planted without thirst
Let the flirty wind praise
with more beautiful flowers
In that charm,
his eyes radiated
through a thousand secret petals
Growing in a Divine garden
At the end of the stem is not thorny
Hang poetry melodies
There is a crown of love in bloom
from a secret
In the eternity of spring
The vibration of faith is approved
When the flowers bend themselves
Following the prayer string
Rain of grace soaks
that dry wild land
@pessal