wishes........
Once again i found myself woudering in the grown world of millions of pages, covering me with words of promising of love , love which i can choose and select............... like picking a flower in from old lady that sell them out the market I guess i got on the worng season... ``no flowers for you`` shouted the old lady and each day i waching the clock turning and maybe i`ll get my flower today...... my love...
Once again i found myself woudering in the grown world of millions of pages, covering me with words of promising of love , love which i can choose and select............... like picking a flower in from old lady that sell them out the market I guess i got on the worng season... ``no flowers for you`` shouted the old lady and each day i waching the clock turning and maybe i`ll get my flower today...... my love...