You said..
The rain here is no longer dry at dusk
Like your dark poems in the jungle jungle
It is the heart of any body
Embarrassed ambiguous souls
Really, this is a dead word empty blood in the womb of the times!
I'm sigh ..
Ahhh keep it a man
You have to bring rain, I never shade
The drizzle of fire continued to melt away in my head
Even the night you're still tank filled the qualities of the soul
The womby children from the edge of the face once again fill this body
Still the distance between lovers and prayers is cubitated in the rain and the fire of the eye.
Furthermore,
Sendu; the lake set up the sky in grief that cues fire, eyes, and rain
Time is a prayer stone that takes the soul when there is no rain outside of you?
Tegasku ..
Because the creak has dusted the dust,
man
Incarnate what we will if the stone you fill my eyes?
Sometimes long requiem no longer meet this rain!
