Race, which was crawled yet no end met. What happened was fun for that one. The day arrived, disguised in beauty with shy, the presence which happened to be small in quiet. Alone within those walls, opening the windows of silence and shy, the door of words was shut tight. The day, initial was look and the night, everything it took. The sun was brighter than before so the moon was lighter, therefore. When the sun sleeps and the moon was about to rise there was a surprise, the presence of feel was magically derived. Scribbling happened soon with the colour of love in the place of a letter for a moon. The words were more in those books, yet happy with looks, the praise to the fortune which way it took. The melted days showed me the mirror, what I do for others came to me similar, those scribbled when red the feel in those words was to heart, familiar. The miscommunication created a distanc...
Life is all about Loving and Living...