Hemeroids & Menstrual Cycle

Message

When passed dawn, when sleep
rain,
us long ago is no longer,
this is my distant son,
message for your son even further
and the daughter of our daughter's distant
through a lot of hopes and years,

of dreams and endless colorful, speckled fluffs
future dawn,

to chat, giggle


and secrets and all unanswered questions.

When wither dawn
when spilled rain, and our long
no more, let the future tell
nicer,
ask that strange beautiful dream,
orders better than we dreamed,
help them accurately dream, if
do not dream - let them dream, to dream
shout,
dream to dream,

while their baby breast
late our hearts and hear the echo

and tempered
and resonate
as steeples among people.

Tell them
there,
close to the sky, mountains
one on all of them waiting.
We are the wall of sleep and bread
to uspentramo the light used.

We are the boot.
And never arrived.
for human life has been enormous.
and stumbling - into the air we fell,
scarred beautiful wings.

When mine dawn, when they die
rain,
and see: no we never
tell them that we are people who agree:
me share,
you share,
them we multiply.

This is my distant son,
smile and whisper to your son and daughter
his distant daughter
through countless hopes and years.
I wish to extend something.

To return the favor before.

Do not return the favor,
have to be sent,
of them even further,
much further.

tell them there near the sky more beautiful to
,
still be strong, be

naive and strange need.

Long ago we struggled all pulled.
Now we finally fix it. Kids
mothers and fathers are inherited.
Now we, parents, children inherit.

them therefore the ear promrmljaj quieter,
when burned
dawn when the rain subsides

- we must tomorrow somewhere
together with them to have
to a regular crumble loudest,
to a regular crumble most honorable,
to a regular crumble most.