The falling leaves tell a new tale..
The story of a bright new day...
As it falls,it smiles with love..
To laugh or cry is its choice,not chance...
All will fall one day or night..
Lets LIVE life ,not mere survive...
For i can love and smile when i fall...
Saturday, June 19, 2010
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The falling leaves tell a new tale.. The story of a bright new day... As it falls,it smiles with love.. To laugh or cry is its choice,no...
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