Already a hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed me up.
The bright stars have already risen
And gravitating over us
The vault of heaven has been lifted
With your wet heads.

Design

Loving others is a heavy cross,
And you are beautiful without gyrations,
And your beauty is a secret
It is tantamount to the solution to life.
In spring the rustling of dreams is heard
And the rustle of news and truths.
You come from a family of such fundamentals.
Your meaning, like air, is selfless.
It's easy to wake up and see clearly,
Shake out the verbal trash from the heart
And live without getting clogged in the future,
This is all a little trick.

Jane Bit

@jgixsia