I first cry and then I smile.
Wiping away those precious tears of mine.
With a chuckle ,
followed by a giggle,
Over to the next mile,
I just wriggle.

I see those colours
painted with vivid tapestry,
You want me to talk?
well,
gibberish is all it means to me.

Hurray ! I shout .
Sliding down the rainbow,
through the "blanche neige "clouds I sail,
meeting those ( Read more... )