The hilarity of the passage of the guitar melodies I played, the gentleness with full appreciation was the mood I was feeling. All the burden that I felt seemed lost along with the melody of the guitar, slowly but surely the sound and rhyme into one.
The days that I passed were very heavy burden that I carry, but that does not mean to complain or surrender with all the things that feel. Many do not like the things we do and some are worth the price of each work I have. My strength is now falling apart when many of them want to steal, but they will not be able to because my foundations are very strong even though they are not created from steel, but my foundation is created from them friends who have become family.
Maybe it can not be like this without any support from them all the friends who are half their body is on me. It may be from the past I've fallen and can not rise again without any support from them all, thanks to all of you. Maybe my writing is stiff and stammered, but I at least this has become a short message to all who read.
Great post...
I like it...
bruutoss kerenn²..