
An ancient poetry,
Quite beautifully written is now erased from many memories,
For it is old as love itself.
An ancient poetry is as ancient as nature itself.
Adios!

An ancient poetry,
Quite beautifully written is now erased from many memories,
For it is old as love itself.
An ancient poetry is as ancient as nature itself.
Adios!

A big communicator,
Is good for nothing.
They speak nonsense and do nothing but what to do?
We are nothing but lay people.

The smell of roses fills your mind with pleasantness,
With happiness,
With life.
It fills your life with something which is beautiful and exotic.
Adios!

A car and it’s light,
Go hand in hand,
For the day often turns into night and it turns out to be well.
A car and it’s lights are truly meant to be together.
Adios!

Two trees talking found no guest for themselves, for they were all alone as they hadn’t any friends for more than twenty years.
They said, they would go on a journey to meet their best friends in another country, where there friends had shifted more than twenty one years back.
That’s it.
Adios!