SOFT DREAMS....... written and post by najwa powley
IT IS THE DARK RED LEAVES MY AGE IT IS THE PASSOIN ON MY STAGE IT IS ME SINGING YOU MY LAST SONG IN EVERY DAY I AM LIVING SO LONG BUT WHEN THE WHITE DOVE STAND ON MY TREE CARRYING AUTOMN LEAVE I FELT FREE FREE FROM THE YEARS ON MY SHOULDERS FREE FROM MY MEMMORIES IN MY FOLDERS I AM WHO I AM BUT IN... Sign in to see full entry.