When I was a bird..
I used to enjoy the sky
To close my arms and dreamily fly
To forget my wings and take off with eyes
When I was a bird …
Stories were always true... Not lies
When I was a sky…
I used to enjoy hugging the dreams
To host the blue and cover the greens
To live with praying and condoles all tears
I was top for poor’s and playground for queens
When I was a dream …
Nothing was impossible … nothing couldn’t be happened
Creative was my son … and imagination always happen
Being a star just need to be so far...
So, come my dear … and joining the dream!!!!
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© Copyright: Альбелла Маравиёша, 2011
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