Вижте тази публикация в Instagram. Running along the fields in the day, Swimming, or memories of the Tumbleweeds performance, Being In the play. All of the times I would always Watch the sun on the swing as it rose In the morning. I remember the vast Wheat fields, a sense of calm quiet, As if there were no place more peaceful. Climbing my favorite pine tree in my back yard. But one thing I remember more than ever Was being on a field of my own. The sky is filled with clouds always Floating off like they Were from an endless world of tranquility, This warm sun, this was and-I forever remember It to be-my one true home. Публикация, споделена от Andrea (@andreabulgaria) на Фев 20, 2020 в 2:40 PST
Running along the fields in the day, Swimming, or memories of the Tumbleweeds performance, Being In the play. All of the times I would always Watch the sun on the swing as it rose In the morning. I remember the vast Wheat fields, a sense of calm quiet, As if there were no place more peaceful. Climbing my favorite pine tree in my back yard. But one thing I remember more than ever Was being on a field of my own. The sky is filled with clouds always Floating off like they Were from an endless world of tranquility, This warm sun, this was and-I forever remember It to be-my one true home.
Публикация, споделена от Andrea (@andreabulgaria) на Фев 20, 2020 в 2:40 PST