I am faster than the wind. More ardent than the most intense moment of passion. Little poison, little knife that does not have solution.
If you pay attention, it will poison your heart.
It sings its bitter song:
" Bad is the wheat, bad is the bread, bad is the wine, bad is the destiny of this horrible condition."
Who am I?
If you pay attention, it will poison your heart.
It sings its bitter song:
" Bad is the wheat, bad is the bread, bad is the wine, bad is the destiny of this horrible condition."
Who am I?
Answer:
It is the Gossip.
