19.2.11

Day twenty.

Like a river I keep on rolling twist and turn to the sea. In the morning I wander blindly on the hot summer breeze, like a seagull in the sun. Today I'm moving on, tomorrow I'll be gone like a seagull into the sun.

1 comment:

  1. oh, obrigada. :) gostei do teu blog! já te estou a seguir. *

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