This is the poem / Yaro

It may be hard to glue a poem
with a fewer simple words gentle rhythm
Swim the lines of the line of the line

The wind tells me
I know and the religion is boiling
heart hits in the breasts

I read beautiful well.
Only you are missing
The planet is moving forward

aging poem message no longer
Honey, it was beautiful.
I'll put a fewer words on the card.

Life lasts as a poem grows grass
I gotta quit any of myself.
not being an artistic prostitute

stack of words moments of being on top
Not for me these numbers
I'm going down for luck.