It’s simple, not complicated. It’s written, not narrated. It’s a broken path one has to mend, it’s a process, and it has to end. It has to go on and on, above the sky and beyond. Such is our life, Live it, it’s not a lie.
TRAVEL
TRAVEL and
TRAVEL
Thursday, June 16, 2016
The Lost Change IV
Oh my God ! You have written this poem for me, I love you, said the husband excitedly. She nodded in agreement and imagined her long lost love.
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