PROLOGUE:
#Little angels are born and grown into the pure hearts of the little ones. Only they have the clear minds and souls capable of imagining such immortal beauties that are incapable to live
PROLOGUE:
#Little angels are born and grown into the pure hearts of the little ones. Only they have the clear minds and souls capable of imagining such immortal beauties that are incapable to live
What would it be
To have on the wall
A picture of a mud hole
With pigs flying free?
Can you imagine
Lying on the bed
Staring at the ceiling
At fluffy clouds flying?
Wouldn’t it be
MS