Plains How long Mountains What was the smell of grass in the Golstaneh? I was going to find something in this post Sleeping perhaps Nouri; Rigi; Smile Behind the Tabrizi was a pure neglect that I was calling me Sliding I laid alfalfa on the way Next to the cucumbers; muddy bushes and forgetting the soil Blue lip I knocked the feet and sat down in the water
What is my grave today and how well my tone is Cornywarm in Kurds Summer noon Shadows know what summer is Lucky shades Bright and pure corner Children feel! The game is here
Life is not empty Conductive apples. There is faith Yes to an anemone.
I have something in my heart something like a light slash like a morning sleep and so impatient that I want I want to go to Tattie Plain to sing.
