When I give a look I see closer to me someone has attached the eternal wall, Annihilated language's trim syllable At my circumambulation.
Who created a road in the
moon's land I don't know it's sketch
Hunter have the stable aiming skills.
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When I give a look I see closer to me someone has attached the eternal wall, Annihilated language's trim syllable At my circumambulation. Who created a road in the moon's land. Love becomes a brilliant colour. your very first poem is brilliant. tony