Dreams
The birds fly,
And my heart plays a song,
I want to be like the people,
In the stories about love,
The long relationships,
Serious and loving,
They fall for each other,
And even though they quarrel,
They have the best time of their lives, together,
And that’s how I want to be,
With the one I will love,
Serious and loving,
Quarreling and for him every time.
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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