dailyxfeelings @ 2009-05-21T21: 16:00
The hours pass, the leaves fall, people walk, the birds fly. The drops fall, the wind blows. This beautiful flower fades in the rain. That soul aqulla sitting on bench, and the tears hovering in her face. The other person does not appear, no trace of a smile is. The wait ends here ...
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