your maknet locked my gaze an explicit nature greeting present, turning the village towards dusk. There is a beautiful patch behind your beautiful However, there is also a passing question. Are you mad at me?
your silent pajamas pulled over in the lonely throng.
dusk taught us that happy is just a glance, but remember that there are moons and stars that keep quiet, and the sun that will warm us up to aging and blending with the ground. The sky takes shades of orange as the sun rises and sets, a color that gives the hope that the sun sets only to rise again.