"To pick the petals off, one by one
on a Moon Daisy: Loves me, Loves me not!
Those moments of belief, are mysteriously gone.
Now I trust what I can see, and what I've got..."
Kanskje vi skal bli som barn...litt hvertfall, sånn innimellom...?
"I've thrown away my pink, little diary,
or maybe I've kept it somewhere.
The though of a kiss is no longer scary,
it's weird to remember I've actually been there...
But...that was a lifetime, a century ago,
at least a couple of years...
Now I'm all grown up,
with my personal cargo.
Never again to be seen in tears..."
on a Moon Daisy: Loves me, Loves me not!
Those moments of belief, are mysteriously gone.
Now I trust what I can see, and what I've got..."
Kanskje vi skal bli som barn...litt hvertfall, sånn innimellom...?
"I've thrown away my pink, little diary,
or maybe I've kept it somewhere.
The though of a kiss is no longer scary,
it's weird to remember I've actually been there...
But...that was a lifetime, a century ago,
at least a couple of years...
Now I'm all grown up,
with my personal cargo.
Never again to be seen in tears..."
Hm...La oss ikke glemme barnet i oss:)
1 comment:
heihei...utrolig lenge siden sist...savner deg...håper du har det bra....god bless.....klem camilla fra emmaus
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