Can only
Poetry Separate
I just train the heart
In order for him to get used to when you leave
I just keep my attitude
So that he is not entangled sinners
I just keep oral
So he did not cut the wound
I just keep an eye
In order to see the good
Hug you
Mother's Poem
I am docked in the dream cradle
Lie down in the warm hinge of fingers that caress me ...
Wiping lovingly in infinite affection ...
The melodious sounds sounded faintly in the increasingly sleepy fighter ...
I want to be there in your hug Umak.