Taya

Isn't it good to know, by travel gourds or wine, when our brim fills up, you may wonder, what you dream to shine, when what's fleeting gone, do we resist such moaning, figuring out the line, dancing on the combing, if you stand by water, sun shining on my life, it never reaches October, in that luminous flow, your lips are my guide, how beautiful the load, passion always binfs us, long as birds are flown, brighter in the darkness, love always found.