The wind was shy
The blue sky was empty
It was the summer breeze
And the story started here..
I tracked your footsteps in the sand
I was amazed and for minutes I stood
The stubborn waves embraced us
Don’t knew what those days meant..
For moments I thought I was dreaming
But.. no! I was alive and living
Always kept in mind that place
And memories didn´t lost it´s meaning..
With living colors inside
It was a summertime tale
The days of glory
The perception of time….
André Castro
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário