Religion it's kind of kindness,
Delivering shot part of our smell.
Look Galileo, you can't never been a grant for free.
Just makes you growing bathing on а fallen knee.
The summer makes gray be some of grateful,
Some lose a grace, some finding independent purtful.
Look for the pritcher, or the other Best,
And crying for his only rest.
Deliver frame to palms and bealiving flowers,
Under sky, without rain, that entering from clouds.
Put to my foot, into the white of sand,
And maybe my head start to understand.
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17 ноября 2023