Saturday, September 26, 2009
The miracle of a friend
Some times, when its very late and dreams we wish for are far, our heart glides around the dark riding the windstorms of fate. It is then our thoughts go to those remnants of loves that had been, and to many other things we usually keep hidden, unseen, cryptic memories our mind has concealed in the innermost corners of our being. In those somber moments, when the present disappears and past feelings rush in out of nowhere, we recall things we thought we had forgotten, things that are no longer...
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