A Moroccan Style Home 🌺❤️🥰
A house is a house surrounded by shadows
The door opened and he stepped into the yard
I will return home soon
You remember the house
Field after field to say house
Al's feet are in the sun
Shan Ghat is broken in the lap of Dighi
Cooked rice, can not go?
When you come home in the evening
Pidim will sit next to me
Nijhum Para, at eight o'clock
I will hear the railway whistle from afar
The house lasts all night
Deeper love than sleep
Your eyes are full of house
Bring the dreams
These huts are called houses
House is from the sky to the ground
On the one hand, the path is uneven
At the end of the road, say the house - you.
Concrete Dream
9 Janeiro 2024
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