little feelings....
The flowers are shining
The happiness learned talking
The seasons are changing
The world of mine is still resting
My mother started praying
So her children be settling
I can't explain her that
one of her children want
else something and
The world of mine is still resting
The chances are less, but
The war is more
The blood is lost
But the life is still and
The world of mine is still at rest
The girl who is poetic
Believes in magic
Wishes the god for just one trick
That vanishes the dark at every inch
And still the world of mine is
resting.......
(I hope it will wake_up one day)
