Who died in my heart..
Salute him despite the poems..
If you read it in my books..
Or in a strange hair shard..
And rest awakens from tiredness..
As if being tired is the goal…
There will be a stone in my heart..
A tough and cool wailen..
And the age passes by me…
Like the lingering desert…
Is it a rest for a run in my trail?
And the comfort extends to Mard?
And today my request is fulfilled…
And I appreciate the extra credit…
To be a child again in the game…
Lining up the steep river gravel ..
Fueled by Passion and Driven…
Big pinched cold praise!
I want to be a kid again✨️