Haven't Taste:The Pleasure
Towering myself, I ogle:
Not like 'worth - walking.
The dales and hills;
rejoice the beauty; of
haven't met. My off-spring;
cool zephyr roars the shrills,
impelled by mine life-mate.
Computing the days, months...?
To fly to share...?
Throwing the eye power
amidst the Olives; sees
the spring blossoms away
the sloppy winter, expecting
the same in my memoir.
12-01-07 10:40am - 11:05am(LIBYA)
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