I need the light to accommodate my thoughts
I need a house to accommodate my dreams
I need your eyes to write a poem
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
Come tomorrow or someday
I will wait for you
I will wait you here
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
Or let us meet on some cloud
While they are traveling on that sound
The sound of rain, the sound of time
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
It is everywhere
It is just right here
I have a small heart to cry , and some few thoughts to let me dream
And I grow old, you become my memories and my dreams
3 comments:
Finally, All'a :)
وقدم جميلة هذا أن هناك الكثير من هناك فقط في انتظار للحصول على حق.
it has been years since the last post. come on, warm up your ink.
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