With the sound of your departure, the star fell and the man of fear came alone, all my thoughts were eaten, because it was not my habit to be alone, it became difficult for me to endure it, and I saw that with your departure, my eyes rained for a moment, it would not leave me alone, I love my crying, seeing you when you come, help my eyes
, dont let others go by continuing it , do something for me, the distances will go away from us, it is easy to go with you, wherever you go. Let us go , you can come and help me, there was nothing like you to bring in my poem with silent letters, I dont dare to tell you the mountains, the sea, and the grass to tell you, my waist is lower than your waist, my poem is more than your stature, I cant say everything on paper with the pen of my hands, my last word is that for me, the news has always come, and when do you want to tell me, I cant say everything on paper with writing? The pen feels my hands and says that my last word is that for me the news has always come and when do you want to tell me?
