One perfect morning I was all alone
Listening to the blaze of summer
Drifting
I was falling
I was floating in a golden haze
Breathing in the sky blue sounds
Of memories of other days
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June 3, 2011
to the sky
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iti vine sa te urci pe el, ca pe covorul fermecat si sa pleci in lume…
Comment by Traveling Hawk — June 11, 2011 @ 12:43 pm