found my freddom this friday afternoon
the frost of winter melts as i run through the grass
the wind behind me
the world before me
on this friday afternoon
finally free on a friday afternoon
your laughter lights up the already shining sky
today is perfect
nothing could compare
to my friday afternoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u also like to be free, like a bird free from all hastles of this world anyway if everyday was a friday life would have been different