Come my friend
C ome, give me your hand. I know to cry alone is sometimes hard and not too many understand the deep agony of loosing one's heart. Come and we'll just by the ocean stand, with our eyes in the clouds and our feet in the sand, thinking of soft colored skies and far away bells that toll for the end of heaven and hell and we will feel sorry for the men that try to satiate their thirst in empty wells. sitting under the sleepy stars that destiny foretell and watching them fade away. We will talk of... Sign in to see full entry.