January 11, 2011December 29, 2013 With all my being Her memory is Like the Winter breeze o’er lakes – The sighing within. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
It is a subtle skill of sliding on the slope of time that makes present realities of past memories, which in their turn become recalls once more, but, of the future. The image is delectable. Reply
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It is a subtle skill of sliding on the slope of time that makes present realities of past memories, which in their turn become recalls once more, but, of the future. The image is delectable.