Dusk and the sun old
together spawned an orange sheen
where I give love poems to you
Squeaked the voice of the wind
clink, where I'm laying off all want then I believe you as a destiny where everything swish flowing until the last stop
Then at times when the west wind whistling
gray preach increasingly similar scratch grief so heavy
However miss aspirated whisper a prayer on the wet leaves trill my loved you with all the flavor without the rest
Lover Is that me.!
women are stunned
for the twilight shed in lap time
elevate fantasy about longing for past times translate in holy prayer
Twilight lover has exhausted me,
Please stop here
Let night
string chunk of flavor pent
a longing that tomorrow we are right ahead
When you embrace silence creeps
affix my name to the prayer you
Trust me, you never lose
someone who most loves you
before your own
remove
I love you..
