The season of my heart, could be fall or winter,
But a spring of some days,
Remind me that someday I was a singular flower to your eyes,
Due to the new seasons of happiness to you provoke.
Aceito correções ortográficas: Iwyson Henrique! rsrs
Few lost poems. Some tales. Faded opinions from two unmeasured heads. Unpredictable what you gonna find on these dusty shelves. This is an attempt to organize the closets of our minds and express ourselves, once we think way more than speak, and writing always exorcise our uncertainties! Thus we relive and reinvent ourselves, and then everything we lived won’t deteriorate and get lost in our soul’s closets...
Ok, correção automática! Assessoria de primeira! ;)
ResponderExcluirThe mistake is in the eye of the reader,
ResponderExcluirnot in the heart of the writer.
*_*
ResponderExcluirBut, YOU have a pure and beautiful heart to understand what I write! :*