Мария, 43 - 20 февраля 2007 00:29

[COLOR=red][I][SIZE=+1]every child's hopes in the past
our coloured dreams save careful for us
and at times that dreams' a magic khorovod
leads an adult by a hand along to magic paths

dreams where magic lives in children's tales
dreams where one able to catch the star from pole
how i miss that time and that days
feeling while sleeping kid's gladness and hopes

that is happy who keeps that time in the heart
childhood mine passed long time before
leant the first book of my life
and no hope to return there any more

summer, autumn and winter are eating my days
but the spring of my childhood with me no more
who can help us to feel it again and again
only that coloured dreams save its happy and warm[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR]

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