when i sit beside the lake
i want to touch her
when i pluck the flower
i want to talk to her
when i look at the sky
i want to play with the moon
when i lonely
i want to spend in open air
i want friendship with them
my thickest friend is god
who created them
Saturday, June 13, 2009
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