Fading away, parting as tears fall with a fear that there is
no return, it starts to brighten up and slowly gets closer with a pure hope
that the present will always be magical.
When only she rises and turns, she feels the fresh rhythms,
standing firmly, breathing deeply, she walks ahead, a half smile looking good
on her face. Cheers!
This is how i really wanted to begin, i will owe all my freshness of the coming year to you, wish you a year as creative as you are. :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteFabulous! :-) And thank you for your lovely wishes.
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