flowers are removed,
forcibly forcibly from the Muslim rod
wilting buds threshed
in the promise,
as soon as you throw away
is a ronce-ronce scent!
veils of love
braiding long shoulder length,
hair in red saga
charming orange at the end of dusk,
sitting cross-legged for the night
as quiet as air,
my silence is hope,
the clouds brought the song
before the flowers you are measles,
reroncean scent danced
veils throw flowers,
love hooded promises
loose,
forcing the twilight in the red saga
your silence because the heart is captive orange,
I crossed my legs,
waiting for the air silent
in season
on the cloud,
on the wilted stalks
as love spreads the promise!
and braids throw away
hopefully,
my hen because of a force ..
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