Bestowing a thousands dreams to one Happiness of it yet enjoyed by none Bestowing a thousands dreams to one Happiness of it yet enjoyed by none

I feel like calling you. But I do not know what to do. I feel like calling you. But I do not know what to do.

Watermelons will grow And we will have a show. At night under the moonlight We will Watermelons will grow And we will have a show. At night under the moonligh...

Oh my God, why so many desires? It seems, my soul is always on fire! Sometimes, I wan Oh my God, why so many desires? It seems, my soul is always on fire! Somet...

Poetic Instincts are not genetic Nor they evolve with the biological clock These drop in unann... Poetic Instincts are not genetic Nor they evolve with the biological clock ...