In our eyes


Today I bought a beautiful diary. I considered it necessary when I never thought about the previous, where I found myself never sufficiently serious. A pink bottle of your perfume, without assuming anything.

My companion and I had very nice on the beautiful pedestrian street.

We thought of the world's footsteps among generations. We came because we are new to the journey in sight. Someone turned a light far beyond the horizon.

It was so beautiful in our eyes.



Poetry by woodhood
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 11:42

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