green-natureblack-dirtnow that i am maturesince my mother gave birththe problem in natureis what i will write in my literatureblue,green-the earthblac..
how many papers and pencils should i use?just to write all the things i want about you.how many songs and bands should i hire to play at you?just to e..
we have gone through the darknessbut you lighten up our wayand make us not to be afraidwe had sailed the stormy seabut you anchored usand make us feel..
angermy life is in dangercrossed fingersome have same genderstormy weathersadsorry for i am badare you madbe happy of what you hadand always pray to g..