Feel

 You will feel many bitter matter, pain 

 just If  is of  time without that 

 You will get heart praise, without meaning

 In shadowing heart,


 kept quiet

 With all feeling and sign

 People might possibly spell out members, ” to what end, unnecessarily base”.

 Only have compunction thousands to waiting categorically

 If and suppose

 Where sweet road;
street, flowery of endless love poem words

 You all will get during from rest of your life, mortally

 When morning  leave from darkness  of night, 
you will get tear of world  

 Feel do not enough only beloved, bitter, all painfulness is  road;
 street go to to come from where from

 He reside in, don’t know when go, or not at all

 Only certainty will one just matter which is thou may not forget

 Its it him learn to accept acrimony feel, don’t have refused

 Become wide of grass  to light of  sun  arm rest, and its  him its night moonlight 

 14 July 2011
 Ayar Adsa