Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)


My winter comes before the autumn leaves fall
My midnight before the light
My dream between the real
And it takes a long time to see the spring
Long time to search my sun
Now I'm here
Lying on white grass
Closing my eyes
Free now, I'm free to fly
I'm free to go

Submitted: Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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