The Broken Feelings Broke My Heart.
A poem
In recurring thoughts, often at night in solitude Why did that friend cry at night in solitude?
The broken feelings broke my heart. Alas, they left me soaked in tears
No matter what you do, the nights are over.
The memory of your rotation refreshes the autumn tree inside me Every pleasure of yours flowing in the veins is enjoyed by me
My lips are full of prayers for you These are just some of the goal-setting shareware that you can use
Why did that man turn away from me that night in solitude?
