Nearing

You Asian! You're pregnant with something like that. The world begins the day with you, new beginnings. Kindness, the boy on your chest, in the dark night, while giving you goodies. I've been through evil and evil. I don't know what to do, but there's a tide between the horizons. In the spring, the pregnant season, winter season, ports, a tree branch, my son's branch and pansy, each flamboyana gives a homo face.

I don't know what to do for love. Extrajudicial executions, like prisoners of fate, are made when people are filled with destiny. While everything is done in front of the world, the world is indifferent to them. While innocent people struggle in the sea of ​​bitterness, Europe, still considered the cradle of civilization, remains silent.

While our poetry tries to put an end to poems and emotions, he hopes that all negativity, pain and tears are all dreams. He pulls your eye in the darkness of the night, hopes through the darkness, wander through the land of beauty, walks, walks through the window and touches his eyes. But in our poet we know that this is not a dream of all parties. But in memory of all the sweet days, his son behaved as a hope. We finished the last rope with a site in Asia.

As an interpreter, we spread our words according to the feelings of our poet and we are nearing the end of the pages we are trying to confuse with our tears.