Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Beneath a willow entwined with ivy, we look for shelter from the bad weather; one raincoat covers both our shoulders - my fingers rustle like the wild vine around your breasts. I am wrong. The rain's stopped. Not ivy, but the hair of Dionysus hangs from these willows. What am I to do? Throw the raincoat under us! प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।