poet peace dove
I can really hear you how cute and sweet you are. And that remains.
I can hear the number of times you feel hopeless.
I can see you calling out to you in the most beautiful moments of peace of mind. You have limitless angel protection.
I can hear the scream of a centuries-old spirit war.
I can multiply my olive branches.
I can only say thanks to god for giving you.
I can’t see any more dimming. after the moonrise.(se/nz)