Run

its a poem about that I made in spare time, enjoy :)

As the wistle blows
we take our position

As the wind blows
the hair follows

As the heart's pumping
the legs follows

As the eyes closed
the destination is unlimited

as the dream created
the spirit is free, as air over the world
travels along the world
the world of imagination, which is indefinite

 

 

 

Author's Note

sorry for my bad english! *~*

Reviews

[ChristieLovestoWrite]

aaaa i love this :)