Upon the bubbles of wisdom a pleasant sky, With the best of the time to repent. That never ever fortune stake inside, Whose fragrance did inherited poison? Hmm, ya! Bow on your tact and style, Whose first’s got the ribbons…
There is a day in this night, Under the blanket, behind your thought. Placed forth your vision, And see! It is around your path. The soundless in the soul, How embarrassing the dark is! See! That’s looking that porch, Divine,…