When the Dreams Don'T Move
There are some days like this,
when the dreams don't move,
and the hope is far away,
and the present is black
When I come back to the past to find my rainbow.
I open the old box of my happy memories and I try to paint my thoughts with
colors.
The colors that I try so many years to keep alive
For my colorless poor days.
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Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis | Year Posted 2007
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