i walk in the old street,,
to hear the lonely song,,
refresh,,
this sleepy morning,
i walk in this quiet road,,
to hear to every small voices,,
awakening,,
this warm evening,,
i walk through the left lane,,
to listen to my heart saying,,
realizing,,
this cold night..
sara azman**
Friday, March 27, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment