The time
The Days
And that clock in the wall
my laughts my gigles , my tears my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .
***
I'm a treanger but I'm still a young child
that jumped in the stan
, her hair were flying all over her neck
her eyes are full of painful Imprisoned emations ,
yet with a lot of happiness .
The time
The Days
And that clock in the wall .
my laughts my gigles , my tears my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .
I'll run and run , until I get tired
and laugh and laugh until I feel pain in my stomach
I'll hug the wind
and fil to eat the clouds
I'll allways
live
as a child
and
feel
as a child ..
writed on 25/06/2014
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC