Summer Day

Given a new identity both natural and silent, we are at once envied by our growing dreams shaped by the tangled wings of our most important riches. There is no way across except by the swaying bridge. Along time creating a divine nature of the world, the golden topaz washes over media and the events perish as the singer between the moons define the wounds left on earth in the middle of the somewhat spread Persian golf. With that, after a long time I am to define the human as a stubborn guard while emerald is still green, and the ruby is left before us. Any moment the open eyes manage to meet the last guardian of earth and it cursed to me that we had died with our enemy's next words flared into our hearts fingers froze and fr pure spite if you are so interested in truth and lies we will watch another bridge distinguish us from natural life and the changing shape of human form.