viernes, 30 de diciembre de 2011

I'm ready to fly

A little girl alone in my little world, who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green. I had a dream. That I could fly from the highest tree. I asked who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down on me.
I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing...

2 comentarios:

Qué elegante es este blog! Acabo de descubrirlo y voy a seguirte porque me ha encantado!

Que bonito blog ,me ha encantado!

Farola de Rozas

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