losing the ground, living near the seaI know her like knowing the lightShe is similar to fish can not breathout of loveShe loves to be a bird among trees of friendsI know her very wellShe tears melodies when she is misunderstoodOne day, some friends left, she digged the ground,cried loud to get them backWhen she made sure they are safeshe took her love luggage toolsand left to rest.A warrior needed a restThat was someone Callednebia .Read more…
Thank you all my friends for your comments I hope you will be motivated for writing in a funny way.
I am fond of photos,especially those old ones,that were taken back in the time of our grandparents,or prior.
Watching them,I have a feeling that those pictures could capture ephemeral moments....
Congrats for your successful group!
WOW! the group is growing up so nicely as a mushroom, lol!
tHank you for supporting my idea, my friends.
Thanks for your invitation
It is a nice group