Friday, 13 January 2012

If ever our love was concealed, no one can say that we didn't feel a million things. 
And a perfect dream of life, gone fragile but free. 
We remain tender together.
If not so in love, it's not so wrong, we're only human after all.

 

Posted by prita at Friday, January 13, 2012

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