Sep 2014
the wind kisses my cheeks
the ground clears my path
the plants bares fragrances
the fire slowly sings
the water crawls down the trees
the world treasures me
for
i am the daughter
the ground clears my path
the plants bares fragrances
the fire slowly sings
the water crawls down the trees
the world treasures me
for
i am the daughter
Written by
harry ride
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