Morning of the world, the morning the body is already awake, tickle bondage fragility and eyes, kissed the miss and hope. Where you carried me, from the sun in the east there. Felt impotent dream reply would vanish, like a mirage. Relax ... After all, the fragility of his only divine bidders. After all, God also inspire hatred. So ... doubt it was futile. Because ... Umi stay in the same place ... wait and seek to limit the end of life ...
Love story too proud and playful, embodied in the fabric of a burning romance, decent voice and laughter, there is the promise that resembles, there are accompanying life. Intimately intertwined as the angel's kiss, like the doubts advances of death ...
There is a story waiting, when we die, or when we look forward to eternal life there. Divine love tenderly welcomed. Asthma Allah in such a boss. For love .. It said ...
There is a waiting violet dusk, there is the love that awaits the kiss of jealousy and yearns. There are going to cry happy, there was a laugh of a broken heart .... And there is much impressed with the view of flying through the air ... yes it said ...
