I watch the sunset out my window.
Cars are moving fast; World is turning.
The lights of the town shine like stars under montains.
I breathe the cold wind touching my face;
Then trees bow down to its blow.
Airplanes fly in the sky and its sound ascends the night colors.
written about five years ago
by Tom Samuel
Guarulhos, SP, Brazil
Cars are moving fast; World is turning.
The lights of the town shine like stars under montains.
I breathe the cold wind touching my face;
Then trees bow down to its blow.
Airplanes fly in the sky and its sound ascends the night colors.
written about five years ago
by Tom Samuel
Guarulhos, SP, Brazil
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