Gently cross over the wooden bridge You have places to go The bridge has to be there for every passer-by Dawn to dusk, weathered, not yet to dust Into the forest deep, where the rivers rumble and roar and sing lullabies
Thank you so much 😊 Agnes, bless your heart for all the love kindness and sunshine ☀️ 🔆 that you share and happiness that you spread :)
I used to think blue eyes were pretty, his were not. his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure, or cloudy sky blue. His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars. Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
Palestine we love you Palestine we care for you and Palestine try and smile tonight We all know you all suffer Every day in life And Palestine we will Never let you fade away because We'll truly love you every day.