NisreenS
01-15-2009, 03:21 AM
The wind went faster than the sky
The road may leave behind a car
In the desert you see the land
As when was burdened by no man
Dry stones, I want to feel
The first coming of sunshine.
Nisreen S.
The road may leave behind a car
In the desert you see the land
As when was burdened by no man
Dry stones, I want to feel
The first coming of sunshine.
Nisreen S.