I gave loves

I gave a bunch of poems to fly
Gave up his flock,
I am beside the passage of the city's lane


I'm standing
I'm waiting for the abandoned cavity
He will bring the poem north.
Looking at the sky stuck
Besides, there was no other work at all
But the prahar seems incomprehensible.
After the closing of the guards at the end
The arrow has come to the fore.
I'm surprised,
I wrote 4 lines of poems
This is the story of love that answers the answer