Sunday, April 26, 2015
One soundless midday
the wind was fresh and clean
and the flower petals swayed
as if they were asleep
this serene feeling,
tell me, what is the name people give it
tell me a story that is locked in the white sands of the moon
tell me it as gently as light shining down
the wind was fresh and clean
and the flower petals swayed
as if they were asleep
this serene feeling,
tell me, what is the name people give it
tell me a story that is locked in the white sands of the moon
tell me it as gently as light shining down
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