Monday, November 9, 2009

A woman

is never estimated by her looks nor her brokenness of the past, yet she is seen by her softened and opened heart with the accompany of her never rusting love to someone. Upon her face bloomed nothing but happiness and sadness, sometimes deep within their heart of stone lies the truth of the unwavering feeling of being with the one she had found to rest with her till the end . . . ... . . .

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