Happens what happens
autumn before the time arrives.
Wordlessness closes writer
the mouth, and a time to love is choking.
I am a stupor when I once
swam under the moonlight of August.
Autumn cyclamen blooms
pot at the window.
I liked a lot
almost all received
the greatest wonders
I have experienced.
Always more when I get
I do not settle for anything
heart always wants more.
Too weird is the mind of man
loved living increase
great desire
inside the human heart.
I do not trust your love
I do not trust my own little
it always behind a fence
grass seems to be
much more beautiful.
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