Walking around with the girl in the afternoon

I got the seven hundred and fifty joy that day when the clouds came in the afternoon and leaned on the rose garden and thorns without luck appeared on your feet! At that time there was confusion in the air, then there was black exhaustion light in the sky, there was no noise of color, there was no prohibition - the new scene faded the sculpture of the temple with a fountain of laughter from the lips. After that the rain comes with seven hundred and fifty-two hands with crimson-colored hands, the line of the chin, the eyes, the eyes, the rose, the fragrance, every breath, like to be stored with care - Don't you think thousands of images of the hidden God form are lost to the living thorns, or joy in a body?

This tired afternoon, I am wandering in the hope of thirsty water, looking at the setting sun, returning to the bird house, now it doesn't feel good, it doesn't feel good. Stopping to see the madman in the middle of the lady whose warm gaze whose smile has gone on for a long time, I went to touch her and saw that she was thirsty for the touch of the touchless mirage mistake. You are not dry, your throat is dry, there is no such thing as love, you can't get that thikana of water, you can't get all the dreams and lusts, so you don't like flowers in ginger, you don't like pumpkin flowers, you don't like unfamiliar blood,
In the fatigue of the path, all is unnecessary today, but some needs are not fulfilled, the day is gone, the dry thirst of the river of water is not satisfied because the path is gone, the traveler of the wrong path, I got his address in the tired afternoon.

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