I was a cup in Forough Moonlight Romantic I know this pure poultry Winged and full -fledged chickens Tomorrows hopes of marshes
Broken jars broken down the fountain Thirsty Thinking of Drop Nights Rone of Balt Dresses Lean
Broken Fountain Fountain Thirsty Thinking of Drops The peaks of life were freedom Whatever it was, it was the result of drooping The garden behind its bent tree. Abad
I knit a pitcher to the throat full of water I know this pure pure
Broken jars broken down the fountain Thirsty Thinking of Drops The peaks of life were freedom. Ripe Springs must be made of iron -made jar This knot should be open to head.
