FoX

A single yellowed leaf – Calendar, notepad, wood? - I lost my source a long time ago, Having broken away once in the Middle Kingdom.

For a new, clean and ringing line I go, and the dawn blooms maroon. On the snow featherbeds of the fields near Moscow December lay down gray-haired

the frostiness of the day and the coldness of your one nature is undoubtedly my star as a flaming beacon burns alone without escaping from captivity