Under Vanilla skies...
I remember dreaming when I was a child dreams that were as innocent as they were wild, in which sometimes I happily played in the shade of trees that danced to the songs of the wind, as the fragrance of mangoes would come in and fade... There... in those dreams under vanilla skies sprinkled in pink, by a strawberry sun that shyly hid from a blue velvety moon that was in love with him, wonderful fantasies invaded my mind when with closed eyes I went to sleep... loosing all track of time, and... Sign in to see full entry.