An unknown feeling churns inside me
People say it must be the butterflies
I don't know, I've never felt this before
But then, I've never had you before either
You're a breath of fresh air in my life full of boredom
A little streak of color on my canvas of black and white
But more than anything else, my dear
You're a rain of summersaults in this beautiful winter morning
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"and more often than not, that little streak is enough to make our life beautiful"
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Short Little Shorties 2
Historia Corta"Some more little stories to keep you entertained..."
