Yesterday when I was young. the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game. The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
Yesterday when I was young. the taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue,. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game. the way an evening breeze would tease a candle flame,.
Yesterday, when I was young,. The taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,. I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,. The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.