I see the bright sky
Trees are about to bloom
Spring is on its way
The sun is shining
Clouds are moving away
Love is in the air
Birds singing
As if they say” Vanya…Vanya..”
Things become nicer and more inspiring
When I think of you.
Fridoun
Tue, 4 Mar 2008Fridoun
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