The literature of God and every time of love. The time and effort of menagerie, in the day. Bird lives, in the poet morning, morning of life. In the life of dancing, dancing in the erstwhile of mirror. The minor way of mind, in the valiantly eye of the sunset summer, waking to the sea, in the head of my deed. In the plants of morning. In the kalyanam, in the thedna. The name of hemisphere, God's of summer hell. I'm the summer, in the sin of life, in the feeling of come out of a feeling freedom of kajol tea. The din, maha. In the kalyaan, mahani. The Rajan kandopo. In the silk of stree. The walking adiyal. Kadiyal. In the purity puriyam. The kanna aytha. The winner of designed, deshavaasiyon, in the kasoor, lifetime. In the vishayam. Life is a news of two birds of love. Baimani. In the two world ideas. Of full fledged war or love. The two birds of love, eat the Sinister Sunday. Of the two, one eats lilac skin of star. And another guilt of Linga. In the living, of the bleeding Bird's. Strife, of stride. In the bird morning, ideas collide as translation of salad of thought. Rain of resign in war is not peace. One is totality. One is the strummed university of banquets, of laugh and love. I.
Memories of day, the beautiful height of love, war and animals, in the home of lonely kind. High of sway. Sway of life. Dyer of star. The star of dye.
Sunidhi
