I shook my head

I waited a long time for my remote trip.

I woven in my imagination bright prospects for the stubborn future.

Azmi strengthened.

I prepared my supplies.

On the threshold of the border,

I remember while waving my hand announcing the departure of the departure,

His sight hid his life behind his hands.

Puffing the whistle ignited the fires in every way.

Knock together,

Refusing to show the features of regret the regret on the separation of slim,

Frustration urges female vectors to wail.

I forgot my joy.

Disappeared under the suffocating surprise.

I took the colors that sparkle inside me to disappear

Surrendering to the overwhelming darkness.

I started turning my choices.

I like and pretend to be prepared pavement mosaic beads,

I am surrounded by a disgruntled mourner, and a cataclysmic boat.

My ambition seems determined to leave,

I patted my shoulder,

It refers to the principle of the dust of the genie frequency.

I slipped towards the threshold of the crouching knee.

Sail me,

The silence of my heart beating.

I was bored.

Behind me came the whispers of my dreams.

My memories spread on the backstretched pavement.

I was afflicted by my grief.

I reviewed Asfari al-Dafina Al-Mutawariyah in Istar Ghaflati.

I put away the bouquets of dill falling from the branches of my childhood.

I traveled in a deadly knife,

Angie wiggles salt concern,

Astanes with light threads of infiltrating light,

Through the shadow of the anonymous creeping cloud.

I have an ambitious ambition.

I swim in the openness of this ripple,

I imitate the whistling wind,

A prisoner went beyond shouting.

Hopefully I am bursting with a burst of inner,

My arteries filled with blood, and his teeth flowed over his cheeks.

The new center caught me.

They gently treat me as the breeze blows the long cloud.

He extended his wings, and the stars orbited.

She resisted the old affiliation with abandonment and forgetfulness.

I dwell in the new mazes a thousand times between night and day.

And I knew for sure that every turn back was hanged with his ropes,

And is represented by his problems at the entrance to his residence and above the panels of his walls.

I withdrew my spirit from my injustice. I set aside my memories.

I left her to tamper with the hands of the winds of my west.

I have a body without a body and a goal, a spectral race.

Weave the light of the lightning with moments of death.

I block my face with my hands.

Embrace darkness.

Do not talk.

I'm in a stupor.

I wait for my fate.

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