Miracle Seasons

Miracle-like nature. He hugs you. What does he tell you to know how to speak? How it relaxes whether it is autumn or winter. You know what's good for you.

Summer? Keep the text inside, of course. But, I do not know, I've got hot Sahlep, sintax blankets, even by my soul in my hands a book düşleyin çünküsü.

Winter? It's been a long time, like in our childhood, the snow doesn't cover the whole place, just the cold. Neither noble nor plain, everywhere in whites.

Spring? Everything will be nice, you will be upset, but like the colors, your life will be in order.

It is, in such a way, we have a life like the four seasons. Come on, let's have a drink, tea and coffee together. Get close to the distant. Wipe off the loneliness of autumn. And it's like autumn break. We say goodbye to something, goodbye. This is our dead cells, please.

But if you try, in a spring rain, under a street lamp in the late winter abdomen, dark feel the pearls from you. Let it touch your hair, your skin. Let him change and bring you to himself.

And one day, if our path crosses, the drinks are from you, sweet from me.

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