@Alsha 24 September 2020 more from that month

You are sitting in the tallest tree, my god. At the roots, at the bewildered ends, I'm getting ears day and night Where is the root of respect in the frozen spread of the A-soil; I remember lying there, he remembers? Where to lie down slowly how far today! The memorial garden is inside me like a tree Only the dream is long, its flower-leaf-fruit-branch Your dug-out house was emptied and you fled. Find you and find me on the wire transmission Where are you immersed in the old touch? If you understand and forget. Nilima indifferently remembers the sign of the Nako group; In the distant tree of the gods, Pabo leaves love to get ears