Like a few good men birds were getting together on branches of trees. today, the eastern breeze has not blown so far and even one...

Even if they try to pluck it, the flower submits itself onto their hands. If it happens to prick their heels, the thorn scorns itself all...

I got chased away from the soil I touched for the first time, I got chased away from the face I saw for the first time, I got chased away...

I have to read the eras etched in your hands and have to ask to the footprint scattered around the fields about the mystery, Why the...