Sometimes In Silence I'm Being Paranoia
Sometimes, I dream of lying on the bed
Being silent, falling asleep,
Waking up and not talking to anyone.
I lie down and keep silent
I think about what is happening
Every day in my country,
In my friends' country and in the world.
Then, I want to screw up and down
Finally, flower gardens save and help
For the first time in my life,
I saw a large group of hibiscus to roses
It's awesome. It's magical. It's miracle.
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