In my own words
i am unique... |
The Meaning Of Life...
Who wants to realise his dreams, must awake from them |
| Comments | 2 of 2 | post a comment | view all | | | | | | shambo1 wrote... | | | Summer
Gliding birds wings,
watch them fly,
diving down and
climbing high,
shooting stars fly,
through my sky,
ripe black cherries,
taste like wine.
Then I feel like lying down so still,
making shapes from clouds in the sky with you.
Water drops from
honey dew,
decreasing circles,
from stones I threw,
greasy skin shines,
in the sun,
today's the day,
and you're the one.
And when the sun,
has gone away,
and I feel I wanna stay,
I taste a raindrop in my mouth,
I pick you up | | | | | send message |
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