Behind Paulkam I painted your sonnet I see you until I look at the sonnet a message that is on my lips For a long time I laugh at my crying my sonnet How many sonnets do you have to look like a pure moment? A deep valley like a pure landscape like a cluster of dry branch Crying of the first child of the world The last refresh of a leaf when it comes to the soil
with you the most alive song of my sonnet with you from the word I need. Saddam Changi does not mind The fragrance of your body is my breath You are beating me all the moments Without you, I crush like an old pot You are also beat with me all the moments Come The Last Refrees of a Leaf When it comes to the dirt
