Jul 2020
Hesitant orphanage
I would have fled to you: A smiling cheerful girl responsible for my peace and harmony. Give me a slight and redemption with your golden heart, you no longer deal with routine words, worn-out beauties, and you, like an immature child, have thrown me away with a little rebuke! But I cannot apply for forgiveness in your conscience because Loving would have been an unforgivable sin,
but you can see for yourself: Fiery burning stars if the gloomy night is sitting up there, with researcher, gendarmerie discipline only they will guard and protect you! The fused human destinies were rolling more and more in vain, embracing you with unbridled clinging to the momentary immortality of the Universe - I could do nothing for you anymore!
With the rumble of our tears, fountains and energies met in the blood caves of our bodies. With our ever-circulating juice dumplings in our bodies, we longed for maps as principles of sure cognizability.
Now the thickest serenity: Dead tor tormenting, and contemplating my silent patience with silence: Your chestnut wreath on the crown of your head would have rocked me in my dreams with quiet reverence!
“And then I snatched myself out of the afflicted, intoxicating vapors of disappointment; You did not sacrifice your Heart on the altar of love like I did because You were more selfish! This earthly prosperity of yourself was in your mind. Will there be loyalty to you who will forgive your hesitant orphanage?
I would have fled to you: A smiling cheerful girl responsible for my peace and harmony. Give me a slight and redemption with your golden heart, you no longer deal with routine words, worn-out beauties, and you, like an immature child, have thrown me away with a little rebuke! But I cannot apply for forgiveness in your conscience because Loving would have been an unforgivable sin,
but you can see for yourself: Fiery burning stars if the gloomy night is sitting up there, with researcher, gendarmerie discipline only they will guard and protect you! The fused human destinies were rolling more and more in vain, embracing you with unbridled clinging to the momentary immortality of the Universe - I could do nothing for you anymore!
With the rumble of our tears, fountains and energies met in the blood caves of our bodies. With our ever-circulating juice dumplings in our bodies, we longed for maps as principles of sure cognizability.
Now the thickest serenity: Dead tor tormenting, and contemplating my silent patience with silence: Your chestnut wreath on the crown of your head would have rocked me in my dreams with quiet reverence!
“And then I snatched myself out of the afflicted, intoxicating vapors of disappointment; You did not sacrifice your Heart on the altar of love like I did because You were more selfish! This earthly prosperity of yourself was in your mind. Will there be loyalty to you who will forgive your hesitant orphanage?
