Few words to myself
Where is she gone?
The heart full of joy,
She was just the flower ready to bloom happiness,
She painted rainbows In her dreams,
Stitched clothes out of clouds,
Made crowns out of stars.
Where is she gone?
Is she lost?
She drew maps out of threads.
Sings songs...
The heart full of joy,
She was just the flower ready to bloom happiness,
She painted rainbows In her dreams,
Stitched clothes out of clouds,
Made crowns out of stars.
Where is she gone?
Is she lost?
She drew maps out of threads.
Sings songs...