NATURE POETRY
My longing carved in stone
my voice to flow with water
flowers scattered into eternity.
I patrikan myself on nature
love, song, lara, singing in the pine shoot
breeze put out surge.
I do not, kaupun no, we do not understand
how the sea with his love
mematrikan themselves on a steep cliff.
I want to split quiet
when the moon blossom
but where it longs kupautkan
bergemericik when the water was not clear.
The nature of my soul night
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