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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

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The view of the little mountain
the smell of the green green grass
the sound of guitar being strummed
under the big rain tree

The pure white laces
being carried by the breeze
slowly falls to the ground
as the sun goes down to the horizon

Not knowin how precious it is
the time spent under the starless night
passes by quickly, not noticing

The moonlight shining down
shines and breaks their silhouette
glows the smiles in their faces


Feels like heaven on earth
These pure white laces..




grape flavoured ring candy for u mam?
:)


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Those memories were sweet,
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