would you rather go unwilling the heart is full and now it's spilling :thumb287066179: barreling down the steps only a moment left in hands of sun no peace of mind where you begin and I am defined daughter of unconscious faith time will tell in spite of me In hands of sun no peace of mind it begins and we'll be fine shadows bend and suddenly the world becomes and swallows me
Amazing pictures... wonderful words... and a beautiful song!
Thank you so much, Rabie - you know that I really appreciate to be here, always, for I love the mood your create
You're most welcome, Nóra, I am really glad you enjoyed it