Thread:Anne1380/@comment-24944152-20140515105215



Walter the swallows come back two snow Dvbaz

Walter behind two sleeping on the moon

Walter is the dead time.

Walter when he was a rainy sky

Nn unaware awakened, people trembled Ryla

Walter when male soldiers were all poets

Walter said poetry

The fact that the side Ayngl

Side Ayngl entwined feeling of love

Side Ayngl point of view of feeling and poetry

Maybe it was the home side Ayngl future soldiers

Turkish pomegranate took to hand it to Jim Chyd

Tavaltr poem reads Dai ​​eyes shining

Walter then head to the window Chspand, came Nn hand he threw Drgrdn

What was life like snow, like a poplar in love

Life back then was a queue of Love

Life back then was music pond

I went to World War I Andh Plains, tears in my garden.

I went to the porch lights soldiers went from the top to the bottom of the stairs, blood dark , as night

Alone, wet , went , went to flutist , to silently pray , to cry ,

I told the poet Dydmhngam Shrgftn Hawthorn flowers telling you, I saw a poem

. Term fashion gets all courage

I saw a paper addressed to the person who waits ,

Joey saw muddy water, pipe saw

Sex, blood, and love to take the train saw the light Brdkhyal

I saw Srbazshary take a train ,

The airline, which saw its peak in the territory of the glass.

It was found in a vortex of fear, but of love , friendship, find the courage Pydabvd

But there was blood found in the cool shade of the trees in the blood stream stray

Alley flautist was found

War

Please light a bullseye with war, battle alone with a song

Nazi war stems of flowers, the heart of a soldier with a gun

The forehead with Srdykhak

, Was conquered !

The conquest of a century, a poem, a garden won by a dole

The conquest of a two lane hi, conquering a city by an army of brave soldiers

It was murder !

Murder on the ledge of a mud house, killing a dirt alley story, the murder calmly steering

Dyktatvrqtl smile to the murder of a Srbazshja The Cold Gun

But I'm in the house, damp grass near obscurity

I hear the sound of my tears Walter

Flautist silence when I hear comes from behind

I felt a cracking sound

I hear the sound of footsteps lyrics sound familiar to close Walter Reed woman hear me

I am a self-

Walter few years Walter Sometimes joy is coughs

Walter met two spruce with Hmdshmn

Nmykhndm If I break my smile Nmykhndm is missing you poems

I know Shrgftnsh silky voice

Walter has fairy wings and breadth of death

. Prshydard size Poetry

Walter whistle in dreams Qtaryst poly wrap

Walter wherever you are and the sky is yours.

Death is not the end let Walter Walter

. Pursue singing flutist run 