With green eyes I looked at the man carrying a bag of gold on his back and wished I was him. With a burden on his back and sleepless nights of guarding, the man carrying a bag of gold wished he was me. Image Credit: Boris Kissourski via Dreamstime
With green eyes I looked at the man carrying a bag of gold on his back and wished I was him. With a burden on his back and sleepless nights of guarding, the man carrying a bag of gold wished he was me. Image Credit: Boris Kissourski via Dreamstime
