It’s feel like beautiful thing Below the moon’s The wind whispers in my ear Where will it take Making the night turn white A spirit that walks on slouds Till the comes Till the night goes to sleep Time of ..of my life When will be the chosen day There is nothing this world That is not beautiful For one to know everything in lifetime It’s short of a trip
Though the seasons will come again Time passes Life’s faint light allow Only the memories remain
thankful for each day So I put my hands together in a small prayer that is hidden in lies May I love please