My poetry

a piece of hope,
there is no sense of an unhappy love,
I love your heart,
it does not mean a heart that does not love.
the most real stretch arm
he even loves god
do not wait for a quiet road
there is no sense of roads without passengers.
give me hope for more years
there will be no meaningless years
You're a jolly I'm a dry branch
it does not make sense to be without the branches.