poem from Achrafond: ''Doddle...but ...Dogged''
- We can talking for cure our secrets....About a doddle thing but her object was very repress... All the people drooling over this foolish...In a triviality our friends gave for it a great rolish...Now, they are a sight with big worth...Before a reapreasal they know the truth...But you must for man to be weaker... For know the weaker of otherSo,all friends , colled it a dogged...because they undrstood his kind... this kind become in one day a friends as well as enemies,...But its possible to deny friends...In against is impossible to deny enemies...Believed people can be the first friends,...This worth thier pray for thier heart which is unbroken...they'll find solution of this heart which is all goig ...But there is a difficulty with the complicate destin...of poor quality their body becoming in high dimension,...their nonchalante, reputable, poise laid them in the best direction ...For ending this Game, his name carry many words...Still, now the meaning was appearing for each other...It was ''life'' with all his kinds...Some of it bitter and the other sweet...