WESLEY BILLABONG


There’s a place where anything is possible

Where love is true
Where there is a price to pay
Where everything is won, no one buys
Where the days are quiet and only hears truths
Where to sleep a sleep of peace
And all the sunrises are beautiful
Where the flowers have a special smell
And the hugs are accompanied by a sweet taste;
There’s a place where things are not a showcase
And no credit cards
This place is called heart …
is in this place that I hold you …

vivi *-*-*

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