Blasphemous yearning
Rani lost the wind often fall ill
recent past naively hidden clouds
ghosts of loneliness spit iniquity before the end of the flame for each eagle
pass the fallen madness
dłudzy as wind, people will not kill hyena
new rose leaves
I secretly dancing
crying is a natural yearning
I burn
look
to dog
night to see them before hand
his desire to skrwawionej Lapi as blasphemous yearning...