Seeing From Dream

Angel which was saying my boundary's about Who did pour out this coffee? In front of,it is a poem"Colonialism",whatever Discriminatory Pharaoh,women's nails Softy lips of music,I can feel that Drop into the wave which asked the rock All have been only moustache I recites next dead body's mound The eyes of a woman which I bussed , love's voice,suddendly entered wrong way This light is document forever exited Thwelt Di Nwe