When he got used to the magazine, he started to write small stories and poems. They loved literature, so they were trying not to stay away from novels and poetry books.
The magical atmosphere of poetry has always paid attention to it and has been read poetry and became a rehabilitation center.
She wanted to write the notebook and write down something she took. Nothing came to your mind. pen
Who are you?
I did not know
Why does this miss you
I don't know you better than safra
Where did you fall to my dark world?
I wanted you to come
I don't want you out of my mind.
He tossed the pen, tossed it, tossed to his feet, went from the table to the kitchen, and beat the tea.
When returned to the balcony, there was a slight breeze in the morning.
Her black hair was flying in the wind. His eyes were soft like brown velvet. A soft skin on his cheek and a hollow.
Because he saw it in his head and never saw it again.
Yesterday he was out of school; , along with her friend saw an old friend from . She called her friend and asked her to have a cup of coffee in her old days. I decided to go to the beginning of this situation was brought to a good state.
