What life is to me?

Well mostly a pain in the ass..

But once the clouds are gone en the sun is out.

Secretly I quite love it..

Sunday, 21 February 2010

A Memory That Will Concer


The last flowerpetal might fall off,
The last birds might sing their last song,
The last cloud might leave the overcome sky,
The end of time might have arrived,
The memory of love will always remain.

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