I am chasing past feelings like crazy. I wish I could see the sunset from my grandparents' big hall window at least once more, while the kitchen smells like pancakes with peach marmalade. I wish I could sit in the garden chair again with my dog and listen to the noise of the summer bugs while it gets dark. I wish I could wake up and go out in the garden barefoot, wearing nothing but my pyjamas, climb up the apple tree and read a book. I wish my grandparents were young again...
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Olyan szépen irtad Kicsim....látom is.
ReplyDeleteNagyon jó a zenéd!
Puszik, Mom:)