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Somedays there is hope,
somedays not,
the clouds shine,
why?
Somedays there is matter,
others don't,
the flowers die,
what?
Somedays there are things,
somedays can't,
the kids mind,
how?
Somedays this is it,
others fade,
the hands lie,
ah?
versos que quis publicar.
versos que quis publicar.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
-Dale Turner-
Somedays there is hope,
somedays not,
the clouds shine,
why?
Somedays there is matter,
others don't,
the flowers die,
what?
Somedays there are things,
somedays can't,
the kids mind,
how?
Somedays this is it,
others fade,
the hands lie,
ah?
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 8/19/2010 01:51:00 da tarde 0 comments