Text from tomas_alej - English
The poetry
- Once lived the love for the poetry, it's so hard leave it, becouse i can't say, "hey what's that ringing outside?
- Are the flying birds singing in the tree?
- Shout your mouth, birds, let me sleep for a while, it's sunday", no, i can't een imagine it, those birds, sired by the morning, are mine as the day that becomes.
- tomas_alejSeptember 2016Äänestä nyt!
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