Innocent wee little gal
Playing with her pal
With bucket and scoop
And shoulders adroop
Oblivious to sun
Having lotsa fun
Complete with the tassle
Voila.. a sand castle
Soon the tide rises
We have no surprises
Poof goes the sand
Labor of little hands
Broken hearts,
broken dreams
Whom to blame
whose is this scheme?
Broken dreams
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 visitors stopped by.:
castles of sand
are made to be broken
but words that're spoken
remain forever
like a childhood friend !
:)
LOVELY :)
Meeenieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
*hugs hugs* :D
well i feel my blog is nothing once i come here to "unravel" yours! :O u work a dizzying magic with your words!!
So i'd leave it at "I love your blog"
:)
Tak Care!
this really did require a pic....!! its soooooo awesome...
Post a Comment