I hope the wind dancing in the hallway of the house. Entertain your hair with a blow cool mountain. Erase the nightmare that may be hanging on the lashes. The wind, my regards, longing piled up to a peak.
Perhaps the gap left door was screeching. Sentences that can not help it when you let the wanderer melengang step. Broad meadow, merentas thatch, initiated every mirage as a series of prayer. Leaves of deciduous trees because the leaves send it to you.
The poem is for you, Adina. Substitute for a conversation every sentence pauses. Marked leaf dew, which kutitip smack her. When the mouth is unable to translate the chest, at no folded arms.
