Sunday, 23 August 2015

What Are We? Everything of Nothing

The way we cross the road is not the same, we used to be good friends and fun catcher, we are the paper plane who flies anywhere, We are anything which we want to smile of, We are everything.   We run over the fire, it's tickling to be together, We swim over the blue sea, it's comfy to be together, We laugh and drunk in a night, it's crazy to be together, We share from hair to toes,...