sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2016

Tash

Little star, little star ,
stronger like the brigthest sun.
So cheeky with the trees and so gentle with the clouds.
But all were happy to hear your laught.

Just your smile was the most beautiful sound ,that you never could pronounce.
And still in our heads even when you said goodnight.

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