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Sizan200
Sizan200
4 years ago
When is there a lot of power?
A little bit sweetens,
In Seyukuk the ‘Southeast eir ’
It's like they're gone after day
They're just floating on the way,
They're out
Come on.
When comes a morning he's a turning point
Home, my house,
He's like a motor forever.
Low light
Someone I picked up the particles in the middle
I was born in 1938 , and I was born in 1939 .
- That's the one who cut my pair
The light of the day
I'm gonna put that on
In a bowl-
As a blinking flock, one of the most inferior.
Fire burns, all the things
singing together you and me in the road
That have never end.
Written by
Sizan200
Sizan200
4 years ago
Interesting poem.. Keep it up 😍