train
When the passengers are waiting for the excitement of the
last night train? ()pic source sophistication of the
absurd siren by the smell of baroos .
Astakure left scarred corpses
of dogs and vultures rampant,
attached reared up bastubhita
would come a long way,
dukare kede he calls the
unknown fear,
freedom will we ever
new life.
The heart of the depression tritana
has been disabled Brain
When the passengers are waiting for the excitement of the
last night train? ![image]
In English, your poem makes no sense - maybe it would if I could speak your language? If so, why not write in your language?