I miss I miss those days, my friend. When the number of pennies, and honor bread. When barefoot is racing with the wind We knew what we can and must. When stepped timidly and respectfully to love, like foot in church. And in our souls, virtuous, no one was alone. When planting brittle trees and then they slept in the shade decoration. And somewhere up above us the sky reminded us that we are loved ... And growing flowers in heart then without pity them out. Not skapyahme arms of his hands. A good and forgiveness - Remember. Know what is wisdom and what is true. Somehow life was simple and clean. I miss those days, I miss. Was the signature of God on a white sheet. Peace Doichinova - irini
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 15:32:15 +0000