it is clear like a running spring water,
knowing that start and end does not matter,
mingling with the stones beneath,
welcoming the sun from the above,
making a perfect scene for a white dove,
to fly in and away, spreading the love,
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
it is clear like a running spring water,
knowing that start and end does not matter,
mingling with the stones beneath,
welcoming the sun from the above,
making a perfect scene for a white dove,
to fly in and away, spreading the love,
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