Heat, it swaddles me
Wraps my body...
Prepare the beds
for the nocturnal read of book...
Calm, warm, so quiet just nature talking back and...
The grass so soft and warm, the sound of water...
You must be precise.
I am in search of me...
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...
only three hundred sixty-five days,
the spring wind so bitter warm...
We heard the screams.
Water to water...
I dreamt of a red horse
It came to me from Mars...
God has made us different
But he never take a rent...
For spring, all are waiting
On this, some are betting...
God made everything different from each other...
Lets come to talk of animals like birds; how do...
It is the May
It has hot day...