Clouds... they look at you from far away.
Away... so much roads to go on...
Roads... which one of them to pcik?
Pick... the choice is always yours.
Yours? But who am I, what for?
What for? Who knows the answer...
Answer... so much books are being wirtten...
Still so much to read there is.
And maybe if you'll read them all...
Then maybe you will get an answer...
But by that time where will you be?
Again I lift my head up... and look in sky to see...
Clouds
© Copyright: Шуба Настя, 2006
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Clouds look at us from far away
Down every road they see us sway
The path of least resistance calls
The choice is ours to rise or fall
I enjoyed reading your work :)) Sue
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Down every road they see us sway
The path of least resistance calls
The choice is ours to rise or fall
I enjoyed reading your work :)) Sue
Мэтти Дубоис 07.05.2007 03:02 • Заявить о нарушении