Whispers echo in wild wild woods.
Souls searching for its own goods.
Souls searching for its own goods.
It watches others that soar above.
With fluttery wings of hope and love.
Thirsty it stays for the turn of it.
To feel that love which it sure does miss. Wondering and worrying days it pass.
Waiting for its turn to come at last.
With fluttery wings of hope and love.
Thirsty it stays for the turn of it.
To feel that love which it sure does miss. Wondering and worrying days it pass.
Waiting for its turn to come at last.
3 comments:
wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like this blog keep in touch
v interesting
Thanx Nazu
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