Friday, November 26, 2021


         

Give it to me, man

 -------------

 Give me sun

 She lies

 The cold of the heart will warm ...

 ☆☆☆

 Let the earth

 In which the trees will grow

  ☆☆☆

 Let the vegetable grow

 fly high

 ☆☆☆

 Let the heavens breathe this oxygen ...

  ☆☆☆

 Let the sea rage

 In his waves to polish the stains of the black light ....

 ☆☆☆

 Let ... words penetrate the heart, and enable all these ...

 ☆☆☆

 Let the words ...

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