Moves like a kite in the clear skies,
gliding around with no ties;
Like roaming in the streets at night,
runs like a gazelle in wild;
Sometimes she falls down,
like a tear from child's eyes;
only to get back up again with a frown;
has big dreams which she dreams in her wake,
not of kisses and sweet cakes;
laughing like a child playing colors for the first time
shining on bright like the sun,
no matter if the skies are grey or white...
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Moves like a kite in the clear skies,
gliding around with no ties;
Like roaming in the streets at night,
runs like a gazelle in wild;
Sometimes she falls down,
like a tear from child's eyes;
only to get back up again with a frown;
has big dreams which she dreams in her wake,
not of kisses and sweet cakes;
laughing like a child playing colors for the first time
shining on bright like the sun,
no matter if the skies are grey or white...
