Butterflies start to fly when the wind blows
Look at the trees you can see a sparrow
Long thin broom, working under the shade
Sometimes cannot rest in his room, a rake
Hot summer rain pours the sweat instead
Scene of the garden that clean but wet
White and red feet became ***** and sweaty
On way back to rest slipper was slippery
Though I am happy staying as if in comfy
After the shower, I'm ready for my baby
Everything is temporary, why can't I be happy?
Thinking that waiting is a true quality
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
Butterflies start to fly when the wind blows
Look at the trees you can see a sparrow
Long thin broom, working under the shade
Sometimes cannot rest in his room, a rake
Hot summer rain pours the sweat instead
Scene of the garden that clean but wet
White and red feet became ***** and sweaty
On way back to rest slipper was slippery
Though I am happy staying as if in comfy
After the shower, I'm ready for my baby
Everything is temporary, why can't I be happy?
Thinking that waiting is a true quality
19 May 2021
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