@Gianna96 23 February 2022 more from that month

Some words have been cut on the chest of the moon and painted a little bit of stigma, The rest of the words are gathered in the ribs of the mountain and in the silent stone like the heart! Every sea is filled with the salt water of my anguish, Sighing like a storm when the waves in the sea like a drunkard seek refuge in a moonless Gangchil pile of destruction, broken mast.