remember school days and how we played
like there was no tomorrow?
now the castles we made
are the price we must pay
or flounder in oceans of sorrow… 88 more words
Read these books Mona.
She is a storyteller. She is a dancer. She flies over the rooftops of Paris at night and quietly observes the world below. She lives her truth, dances to her music and likes the sound of the rain. 60 more words