girl in the novel of life.
Once you have learned to smile, you have learned to live.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Something familiar
An incandescent mind, yearning.
my life agenda
An ideal world, corrupted.
intelligent dicernments
I am not a writer, I am a poet.
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