Sitting alive.

December's beard tightens, January's right limb trembles - days sickness is palpable. It is dawn after sunrise and falls the night before sunset.

Even the candles lit in December's Christmas have frozen in a severe cold. The trees are falling into thought. The grass is submerged in the mist. With the eyes of the sky the empire of cool has expanded. Early in the morning the wind has come out armed. From the hand-held sarcastic ... Earth's objects are terrified to see the sharp edge of the karat Everything has been fixed. Water is also in the mood of losing liquidity and being converted into a solid. Due to the cold in the birds' throats, the tuka is tangled and the birds do not mind leaving the nests. The axes of the dogs guarding the mahalla have also been fixed.

The scent is hidden in the petals, and the petals find a chance to soak in the chest of the plant. Even the dust has not taken the dust in the game. River, lake, farm, village, house survey is a holiday of seriousness with inanimate objects. The working bai has rubbed a rusty bracelet, a mehndi hand, into the sod. The form of Krishna-Krishna originates. All the creatures play gopibhava sunshine. Everyone likes to go down the slopes of the sunshine on a sunny day. This season, with water, the flux with water decreases. When the thunderstorms are gone, all the thirsty people do the heat to form a thunderstorm thanks.

Krishna tries to watch those temples in the heat. How many lovers in the aftermath of the simulative desire to quench their thirst for passion? Older ones are bigger, children are younger and even some youngsters ... those who do not have the space to really get warm, are they even wrong if they eliminate such a virtual warmth? Is - the sickness of days is over. It is dawn after sunrise and falls the night before sunset.

Torture is being created these days! The flowers sit in the mist of the mist and shudder. Mistresses reach the destination of the grass. The wind blows over the grief of the grass and the quilt of inactivity is wrapped around the intellect. The cool enters the village like a bridal bride. Some of the men in the city feel cold as they enter the borders to see the entrance to the city, while the fragrance of the virtuous bride is spreading from house to house ... You see in every street of the cool village like shards of shame, while on the slopes of the city on the sloping road. Is ... the blankets and sweaters cover the citizens' shamelessness and mechanically enjoy the bureaucracy. - the taste - is to pollute.

What do sweaters do to the village? The villagers, like the seer, mix with the cold like a bear - enjoy it. Temperatures can be triggered by a constant fear of panic. The scent created by the temperature creates scary scenes on the mind. Earth-entry time for the sun has been reduced.

These are the days when everyone likes to get stuck in sod and come down to the snoring kingdom. Late in the night the moons of the moon radiate in our minds, but due to the cold we leave nowhere to go. Will it be liquid or airborne? Will it be sloping or flowing? Has anyone seen his steps? No matter what it looks like, the need is coming ... Wheat is bursting in the earth well ... The earth is booming ... The spores are being cooled by the flames !!!