Moony
 


   Muted prints in the sands of times... faded words of great grandeur... old things priceless like vintage... forgotten lands... dreams of man... and death ended all plans...

   Twinkling eyes... lips curved in smiles... joyous sparks emitting from life... a seconds break... the twinkling is replaced...  the smile dulls...  joy escapes...
2 Responses
  1. Ph_ Says:

    Time seems stuck, feelings are same.. *sighs*



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