It is a time when the roses open their petals and smile at the dew. On those wonderful occasions there is no room for the fatalities of a past prime. One rose will be always a rose, pure, clean, immaculate, eternal...
The swing of our hearts responds to the lyrics of the most precious melody ever. Despite the apparent everlasting storm, the sunshine always comes back for Christmas. It is the bridge of our hopes what makes the wind so shiny. No, nothing last forever, even the glorious broken hearts.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
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