• danielbudipamungkas0071982 5w


    A collection of butterflies looking for time by dancing
    Decorate cheerfully in the room without wall boundaries
    You find souls greeting you and telling about your wings
    Under the spoiled sunlight there is a kind of beam of light caressing your business
    To remain in the wings of beauty
    You are not created from spoiled but you come from a miserable port of taste
    Natural poetry from the creator of the morning song
    Your beauty completes morning's hopes