Every now and then
The air smells like freedom again
Every now and then
The smell of thunder and rain
Mixes with glorious champagne
'cause today we're cloud-hopping
And champagne popping
Since victories
Lie in the mysteries
Of growth
And wisdom
And eternal success
And I cannot stress
Enough, how proud I am
Of our little cloud-hopping-jam
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
sort of sorted chaos
Puisiwhen i was not sad, some thoughts made sense. probably only to me but they did eventually
