Your gray shirt, tangled-torn blue-white hat
Veshee came to the hotel and the Hotel Saragar Vijay-
Roof like a pagoda - silently on his side
Such an embarrassment, the zodiac sign sees three zaos.
The pine green ribbon that fits the fertilizer
The water that was in the particles, they disappeared in the air ...
A wind that has never risen in life
He was: A laman came down from the sky
He is sitting alone on the shaky head of his white mantra peak
The rooftop brim is burning brightly, floating blue-white shirt
An impression is sitting in the hotel room.
Posts
No comments