Hope
I can hear the splash of bliss
Beneath the wooden paddle of my dream
The dark night of my memories
In search of good old laughs
No wave
No wind
No light
I can hear
The sound of slackening hope
Through incidents
Beneath the wooden paddle of my dream
The dark night of my memories
In search of good old laughs
No wave
No wind
No light
I can hear
The sound of slackening hope
Through incidents
posted by m.reza at 3:21 pm
2 Comments:
Oh, come on Reza... hopes are lies and you know it !!
you are funny Jac, good to see you. cheers.
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