Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Happy New Year, friends
A young boy once spoke of a message to convey I was young myself then - moments held little sway. Days turned to years as seconds melted away. Time danced to tunes of stars in the Milky Way… Life begot life, frowns turned to smiles; creases writ their stay as fortunes walked down aisles. Sunshine spread its golden glow on pastures oh! so green: The moon became a puppet on strings of waves too keen. Tricking and trawling, laughing and toiling grains of sand found their way. There was now, for...
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