my own world
And all my dreams in it
And some of them are strange
And some of them are sweet
I think about life
It’s like a sunny ray or like a snowing day
I can’t remember anything besides my own dreams
Because a real life like spider in the nights
Without magic things without smiling face
But when I am waking dreams
I see her pale face
With kind eyes and hart which full of love
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Анна Атанасова 07.08.2007 10:12 Заявить о нарушении