Time counts days mathematician Subsequent years are multiplied Even in his waking dreams that is the God King of the world In all, he was strong enough not If faced with life bazaar The feelings, events and solids This is just another dimension Is unaware of this ścisłowiec That life could be sweet Juniper smells like poetry And that happy time does not count Goodnight Sweet dreams I wish
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you even when you've forgotten the words! ************* * ************riend * * *