A gray time for the misbirth of the space. We walked over the sun and walked around the sun.
The rock under the sky is like rock garden with space, human and death.
Our destination in heart's Grace took a few minutes.
‘ Bangladesh - memory and we are carrying out
People are gathered under the memorial of the martyrdom, but the old shadow is the encouragement of the festival to open the color of the possibility.
The invisible heavens is rude, but the Cander. The chile sepyra is ready.
The beginning is the beginning of the existence.
Today, no sadness is the luxury of this farce, waiting for a hunker.
In the masks we are lazy to travel the walls of feelings; the clouds of the earth are busy street doors.
I'd like to see you last touch this little life after the story, and then leave this little liver and go to the other side. I know and don’t be born with a dream Koras of a dream touch .
And then someday, even if I leave everything, my history of another time will be as symbolic and in the wilderness... it will be like the horizontal... and the horizontal. My way, my way.
The Bible says : “ The heart of the righteous one meditates so as to know the truth , and the desire of the eyes and the showy display of one’s means of life , and the desire of the eyes and the showy display of one’s means of life . ” ❤.
