venerdì 25 gennaio 2008

Hope You’re Smiling

Hope You’re Smiling

When the sun wakes up, and the dew drops in, and the blossoms develop from a bud, and the breeze whistles its song, and the insect dance on the wild blue yonder, and the forest whispers its secrets, and the fruits ripen in the sun, and the rivers roll with laughter, till the stars tip-toe softly ‘round the moon... Today, all day, just know I’m thinking about you and hoping you’re smiling.

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