Making the poem one more weapon
Where only seek respect
While aimlessly sometimes I lie,
Amid the turbulent winds,
And so many disappointments, you show me
While actually being accepted
Presumably he could in such right
mastering several nights, masterful.
But if in embellishing false lights
The lucky disaffection while the pants
Illusions and hatch them go.
Really affect me wilds dreams
And I know my ways of boring
In the search for peace as useless.