Words thats remains unspoken are beautiful than any qoutes. When those words finds a way out as writings ....
Friday, January 21, 2011
During a summer walk
Summer sun shines like never before. The dry winds sucking every moster from my face. Dry land feels like a fire bed. What happens to this seasons, did they to thinks, that a change is requires. I dn't knw..
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