A space where imagination can fly,where colors and shapes can replace sounds,they become ideas,words unspoken.
sâmbătă, 2 ianuarie 2016
Rain on the sea
You might just wander ,one day,taking out that old fishing boat,when, suddenly ,the wind starts blowing,you can feel the first rain drops on your cheek,and you can barelly see the Lighthouse . .
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