The part of mine
That your, and only,
Asks, who am I
And laughing strongly.
The answer - game
It’s truly grafted,
And wants your name
I ask, game after.
It’s represent
Love sings, swirl blowing,
Door, windows and
Some line below it.
The matter core
Is ideas rather,
They’re your much more,
Then I and other
Winds carrying pass
Of glass thin found
You, breathing us
Not drop a ground.
Man carrying door
You open, flow in,
New smiling pore,
Don’t kick, you going.
