Struck to the heart, forget their sorrow, poet sang;
felt within himself the emotions of her, the butterfly flying.
flew away, flapping their wings with joy and determination,
flew away, he had to leave, his life is fly.
And the poet would sing like a cricket to the moon,
it would follow in his footsteps, discreet, she faces the world to donate
smiles light up the night, give peace,
in the remote village, in the cold forest, on the shore of a lake ...
was decided that he had written the Destiny, with its major projects
and so had to go for the smile of the boy and that of Krishna
internet point. It was just really, it remained the emotion
and felt peace, serenity, the beauty of its immense charm.
closed his eyes, the poet, to admire the moon, eclipses
had given him, he felt alone already!
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