You can't hold on too many things, no matter what you do to make them stay, and No matter how much they want to stay, the wind always blow them away, So learn to let go and choose carefully which you want to stay because like the sand, Only those which of your palm will last.
Precious times, ever mindful, Full of Love , Full of Joy deeply in our hearts so deep, to Love God, to Love the Country of the shadows of our Feet. May we always be. Tears are like raindrops, Fears on us filled above, Pain in ourselves deeply scattered and Shame on our lives are hardly Forgotten and of Joy we cannot force to be happy at All.
Payaso ' 07
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