It is civet to disguise three rotations of the moon in the sun,
If the morning escapes from the night hug
Flashing eyes exchanged colors
With the robe of poultry color he incubated the egg in the lap of love
It is a ferret dominating in the land of the poultry
When the sun arrives on the western horizon it changes color
On the night, he went out to the cage to borrow a neighbor's papaya in various flavors
The birds are full of hope to look at the legend
News ferret disguises in the poultry environment is still silenced in multicolored feathers
It is civet catapult three times the rotation of the moon of the sun
Time decays the story of the poultry began to move restless
On top of the white eagle apple tree uncovered the story
When the brackish wind blows,
one or two polished feathers leave in the ferret
Uriba fog snatched the direction of view
The sound of a white eagle shrill over the equator
Squeak with the beak of the flavored lighter
In the moon eagle's gaze a hero
Set the sharpening grinder
Snatch the bow on the rest of the moon rotation
The night grew deeper
The birds float attitude
Throwing confidence in the stream across the river
The faint sound of the birds is caught in the net of the sun's net
Among the weasels and white eagles
The story has been sobbing
Thrilling soul soul soulful hopefully
STATE STORY IN THE DREAM
Muklis Puna
It is civet to disguise three rotations of the moon in the sun,
If the morning escapes from the night hug
Flashing eyes exchanged colors
With the robe of poultry color he incubated the egg in the lap of love
It is a ferret dominating in the land of the poultry
When the sun arrives on the western horizon it changes color
On the night, he went out to the cage to borrow a neighbor's papaya in various flavors
The birds are full of hope to look at the legend
News ferret disguises in the poultry environment is still silenced in multicolored feathers
It is civet catapult three times the rotation of the moon of the sun
Time decays the story of the poultry began to move restless
On top of the white eagle apple tree uncovered the story
When the brackish wind blows,
one or two polished feathers leave in the ferret
Uriba fog snatched the direction of view
The sound of a white eagle shrill over the equator
Squeak with the beak of the flavored lighter
In the moon eagle's gaze a hero
Set the sharpening grinder
Snatch the bow on the rest of the moon rotation
The night grew deeper
The birds float attitude
Throwing confidence in the stream across the river
The faint sound of the birds is caught in the net of the sun's net
Among the weasels and white eagles
The story has been sobbing
Thrilling soul soul soulful hopefully
Lhokseumawe, 12April 2018