Monday, 24 February 2014

The Rose That Wished For A Smile

I want to walk a mile
And paint a smile
Every mile…

When I go away
I’ll smile the whole way
Seeing smiles every mile.




You Stardust

Step out you stardust, the door is wide open. Why? Aren’t you ready? That table is your trunk, you packed it long back, ask the thic...