"Alas," said mouse," the whole world id growing smaller every day.
At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and
Running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left,
But these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last
Chamber already and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into."
"you only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.
مرسی . خواندم و پوکه باز را هم .
با نوشته ای درباره ی " شعر اجرا " به – روزم ... پیپ قرمز
-این مطلب و البته پست قبلیت هم با حال بود سایه جان
چه غمگین!
فکر کنم دیگه باید همدیگرو ببینیم نه؟!؟
فکر نمیکنی سه چهار روزی هم دیر شده تازه؟