ehm..ehm..
when the sun kisses the blue ocean
and there's a sign for
new born turtles
crawling
reaching
for the unbelievable life
you'll find me
standing in front of your door
asking, "please, could you open the door for me?"
well, it's another dream
dharma ;)
On Mon, 1 Nov 1999, Notrida Mandica wrote:
> Well..well
>
> When would a fine man of Florida
> visit an outer city of Barb?
> has it been a year since the last leaf dried
> no step has entered the quite city
> perhaps the wind would appear
> with its new promise
> perhaps....
>
> ida:)
