Treasure Island

Filippo Stella


The World of Sandra

To be with her
It's like sitting on a bubble
Above all humans' hells
Above all mind's troubles

I feel like a child
Riding Father Christmas' sleigh
Through Holy Night's stars

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 29, 2013

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