Chase the breeze wherever it goes
A composition by children, kites, wind and sky.
Passing on to heaven. The love of a life well spent and what is to come. Saturday morning will post Gloria's Eyes and Forbade the fruits of the Concubine.
Free verse. Like a kite that flies above the sky, my love for you will never, ever die...
In ancient Egypt. The crimson sun fell upon the dessert. Under the glistening moon there was 2 lovers. The two teenagers had longed for each other's touch a long time.
The kite now had a new string and new life, in the hands of the young boy.
A composition by children, kites, wind and sky.
Passing on to heaven. The love of a life well spent and what is to come. Saturday morning will post Gloria's Eyes and Forbade the fruits of the Concubine.
Free verse. Like a kite that flies above the sky, my love for you will never, ever die...
In ancient Egypt. The crimson sun fell upon the dessert. Under the glistening moon there was 2 lovers. The two teenagers had longed for each other's touch a long time.
The kite now had a new string and new life, in the hands of the young boy.