jueves, 29 de septiembre de 2011


By: Karla Santiago 10 grade

Who am I
Who are you
Nobody Knows till you find the truth
Horizons are big
Horizons are wide
And somewhere, somehow, they can always reach the sky
Making that horizon
Making it you
Making it any form, any size, any way you choose
But there’s always a problem
That thought in mind
Never making it easy to decide
But once you get threw it
Once the sun shines
That smile, that idea, is always the best to find
I hope yours is as good as mine.