Sun on his face removed
People have a touch of beauty
He lowered eyelids reading
Silent and very serious
Shiny him thrush
Green rushed out of the window view
(led flashlight keychain)
Noisy heap
Desktop textures stretched into a prairie
Four weeks Babbitt became a sheep and clouds
New tea continue to grow in the glass
You drink all the aroma mouthful
I do not mind singing songs calm wind
You turn the next page to see the countdown a few rows
I’ve rode away
You called me back
Do not know my name
You do not know that I have hundreds of times calling you
Breathing has echoes
Hope to see term
(led flashlight keychain)