"The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers in the land.The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains.For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains."
Friday, March 16, 2012
Reading
It flies me to someone else's world. Someone strange and unfamiliar; to someone's else's joys and woes. And so I read till it takes me away from my reality. Till it takes me away from you.
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