Gone With Hainan

I’ve never been in Philippine but my love’s lived within one of its thousand isles dropped in ocean waste long ago as stranger and paladin, as dream, mirage and guest. Among the country and people whose race and culture not very close to Kyrgyz turks but as society is good for example and helpful for make breakthrough. But now all seems vanished and gone with Hainan unusual strong and destroying typhoon, that killed thousands people and left homeless almost million. What mean my love compare with such disasters? But she was too crying and weeping among the broken hearts, lost hopes and wholly transformed lives primarily unreal and invisible, because I’ve never been in Philippine