love birds

SO TO BEGAN
BUT WHERE I WAS FROM LAST 5 YEARS ..MAY BE ON OTHER PLANET ..ON THE PLANET  OF SLOW SNAILS AND RUSTY SMOKES..
5 YEARS IS NOT A LESS TIME, OH H LISTEN IT IS THE YEAR 2019 AUGUST ..AFTER THE HIGH DRAMA I AM BACK ON PURPOSE. WHAT I EARN A PRINCESS...YES, I AM JOINED FOR LIFETIME WITH HER ...I AM MARRIED NOW........


THE SONG TO START AGAIN . WITH HER HOLDING MY ARMS AND BREATH ...DARLING YOU LOOK PERFECT FOR ME...
LOVE YOU




LOVE YOU DARLING...
LOVE YOU PREETI.

#MakingIt as a WRITER

TRUTH PACKS

   denovo de allata signora de halaffa .life is all what began from the mother womb till the last sight of the otherside.what then actually persists its all love ,love and nothing else.  

so a song might be wrong deep underneath slow you gone
come again and stay to see the eyes twinkle like a crown
ohh you bright nor the dull is the sign but a star on ...
to tell the sallow soil to the  leaf of rain on demon

sayonara sayonara the hermit song listen to the hell on  the slime the turr of pond.
no you Rana not you the fruit its the almond drop on the other side 
what reside and what  beside i leave a  application for snail to proceed 



HAFFOLA HAFFOLA WHEN THE SUN IS SALORA.
CONTRACTS CONTRADICTS LOW IS THE SPEED

BOUNDARIES MADE FOR HIGH REACH
IDEAS TRANSFORM TO FUMES OVERSEAS

SAYONARA SAYONARA NOW SNAIL TO PROCEED .





                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

IF THE FARMERS BECAME SCIENTIFIC...

short go the days and hot goes the sun its summer.what happen when days and night show  work work and only work.where are you god.why happen then the drought and the quake.where are ducks.


oh now i understand.heaven and hell made me fail tip tip is the rain why blossom have to pink.hell is this but i am glee.no more sorrows to hide the feel.why a shock of grain.here is the rain .where are you in those days .now don't want you rain. Is it the food of you.


HERE MY DAD WATCHING A MACHINE .HOW IT RUNS AND WHO MAKE THIS.
this i ask to my self. why not i make this.but its big.big machine.like a vehicle it runs in my farm.

so i dream to work in a tractor farm.

https://faculty.unlv.edu/jyoung/Endocrinology.pdf

https://faculty.unlv.edu/jyoung/Endocrinology.pdf

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few words

glimpse of sorrow the unforgotten truth...
pain of tomorrow the unseen truth...
journey of today a desire in process
the past of yesterday a desire surpassed...
its cost of smile neither u nor me 
life is sarcastic polished with relation
time is director u must play on n on...
desire of love the another aspect n 
the hidden desire expressed in by luck..
what then satisfaction is .. a desire controlled,
or the beauty external a only remark of solitude...