You are an anemone living in the hills
Im the bee looking for you
You are the white cloud like cotton
Im the one full of rain.
your face, reminds me the one in the past
looks like an angel
your hair, takes me to memory
flies as high as an eagle.
you! tell me why you are so beautiful,
my hearth, never listens like a child
broken as easily as a glass
Kayıt Tarihi : 9.2.2012 09:48:00
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