In the city of my eye Pray for me Pray for me Pray for me I am sleeping with a bright eye Look at the pure wine envelope Tell us not to say romantic poets Saying us My hand is close to the bridge My lamp that is a cold and dark pseudo grabbing it at night Stay with me who is not a refuge with me. The song did not know that our poem does not fit in half
Full of Night Traveler An easy poem for the poet Kaaba for pilgrims Drama to read flowers In the stone town Shopping for us On the song did not know that our poem does not fit half
