This Is My Story With Nature
Eyes staring at the distant horizon and crowded in my head dozens of images and ideas, the complexity of wishes on paper, you may imagine to sometimes the events I hope to be realized if the stop wars and remain the trees guarding the border firm maintains its cities cling to their land, and Talolojoh smiles, lift from the self nightmare heavy
Becomes the joy of running feet of climbing mountains and valleys, down to every city and home to flood the hearts with joy and pleasure.
Cut meditative quiet when heard the audio singing of the birds and is listening to the melody of life, the time I was standing under a tree trunk, as if my feet Trgemani to stand in the atmosphere was everything the Limoges greenery and life here, walnut trees and geese, pomegranate and there are trees, lemon-laden fruits , the presence of overwhelming natural Isiqz make the blood in my veins and my memory calendar for the past few days, I feel that the beauty of nature must be kept by the panel to draw it as a memory, I put my signature under Vsmtha after that I took my hand where Ciiajeeba transferring the rights from his physical to the spiritual realm Sam afar, delight and happy and like Khalid Naeem.
In this Alastrsalp charming Astrsalat thought and drawing a secret to myself fragrant refreshing make me lightly Vantbht of a nice dream to dream the most beautiful, and visions of fascinating visions superiority and taking, magic, werent my eyes to this charming Fattan that filled the eye and impressed by the heart and if my watching the river and leave the most enjoyable party for myself free rein to roam in the spacious atmosphere of thought and even the deepest cave in the depths of fresh water to the bottom .... and had his voice mixed with twigs Bhviv driven breeze scented flowers Bcma Bay La Sun.
Suspended spiritual and optical film prepared by the other and see if I read the name of my country, I knew it my home, I smiled a smile more than people smile, his greeting echoed the language of the soul, longing, saying: "O river washed away all Cevi way you me A peace ....
Come quietly and silence does not come accompanied by a certain to,
Come behavior is consistent with the pattern of my life that lasted for years, has long without noise,
Come in and one of the regular Hzati when pen and paper beside my hand,
Come for the day and night, in all seasons,
You Smitk Prince of rainy seasons and I do not have enough for me I ask for water than one.
Move the house when Haftik, to put my mind to Stahk, I sit with you, were Dungarees, Otmd on the bed quiet, I'm filled with your voice next to Hanna awakens again all in me, know of the light of my days sweetly Kaadhubp your water on thirst, I embrace the silence, rolling on the Ckurk point of human , a drop of water, take off the fabric body and myself close to my childhood fun and Belaha Hveanha, Osmk panel you Smtni Vetohdna them together.
Oh, How fair, my friend, I did not Otsourk in such majesty and magnificence of this, and what amazes me that your transition from water to the spirit.
You .... are you, O Transit here Oarni grain of sand you are from home and let me leave without a passport, here's looking Onaleom
You for something that is that I read in the newspapers around the world, escape from the decoration to speak, how I wished to Onqta through debate and go to work ... go without introductions Nrcef What's the point that the character over the character and Nhaco books and newspapers, so many words without a goal.
Alone of Icksoni Hanina, take me out to the topography of the country and the only literature I am tempted to write Old and born me and he can not divide us one, replace Baklmi sword and Bhrovi fatally shot Khabay you after I discovered my story with you, but today were overwhelmed with love Blkiek lifted my forehead to the sun and may Mlkny Sultan nature, I felt in my heart I did not feel a new world of before, here I am now become the floor and the nation
Becomes the joy of running feet of climbing mountains and valleys, down to every city and home to flood the hearts with joy and pleasure.
Cut meditative quiet when heard the audio singing of the birds and is listening to the melody of life, the time I was standing under a tree trunk, as if my feet Trgemani to stand in the atmosphere was everything the Limoges greenery and life here, walnut trees and geese, pomegranate and there are trees, lemon-laden fruits , the presence of overwhelming natural Isiqz make the blood in my veins and my memory calendar for the past few days, I feel that the beauty of nature must be kept by the panel to draw it as a memory, I put my signature under Vsmtha after that I took my hand where Ciiajeeba transferring the rights from his physical to the spiritual realm Sam afar, delight and happy and like Khalid Naeem.
In this Alastrsalp charming Astrsalat thought and drawing a secret to myself fragrant refreshing make me lightly Vantbht of a nice dream to dream the most beautiful, and visions of fascinating visions superiority and taking, magic, werent my eyes to this charming Fattan that filled the eye and impressed by the heart and if my watching the river and leave the most enjoyable party for myself free rein to roam in the spacious atmosphere of thought and even the deepest cave in the depths of fresh water to the bottom .... and had his voice mixed with twigs Bhviv driven breeze scented flowers Bcma Bay La Sun.
Suspended spiritual and optical film prepared by the other and see if I read the name of my country, I knew it my home, I smiled a smile more than people smile, his greeting echoed the language of the soul, longing, saying: "O river washed away all Cevi way you me A peace ....
Come quietly and silence does not come accompanied by a certain to,
Come behavior is consistent with the pattern of my life that lasted for years, has long without noise,
Come in and one of the regular Hzati when pen and paper beside my hand,
Come for the day and night, in all seasons,
You Smitk Prince of rainy seasons and I do not have enough for me I ask for water than one.
Move the house when Haftik, to put my mind to Stahk, I sit with you, were Dungarees, Otmd on the bed quiet, I'm filled with your voice next to Hanna awakens again all in me, know of the light of my days sweetly Kaadhubp your water on thirst, I embrace the silence, rolling on the Ckurk point of human , a drop of water, take off the fabric body and myself close to my childhood fun and Belaha Hveanha, Osmk panel you Smtni Vetohdna them together.
Oh, How fair, my friend, I did not Otsourk in such majesty and magnificence of this, and what amazes me that your transition from water to the spirit.
You .... are you, O Transit here Oarni grain of sand you are from home and let me leave without a passport, here's looking Onaleom
You for something that is that I read in the newspapers around the world, escape from the decoration to speak, how I wished to Onqta through debate and go to work ... go without introductions Nrcef What's the point that the character over the character and Nhaco books and newspapers, so many words without a goal.
Alone of Icksoni Hanina, take me out to the topography of the country and the only literature I am tempted to write Old and born me and he can not divide us one, replace Baklmi sword and Bhrovi fatally shot Khabay you after I discovered my story with you, but today were overwhelmed with love Blkiek lifted my forehead to the sun and may Mlkny Sultan nature, I felt in my heart I did not feel a new world of before, here I am now become the floor and the nation
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