sometimes the regrets of a past season are sweeped away by a new softeness of shapes and thoughts and my inner darkness is enlightened like in shaded dream
mercoledì 15 ottobre 2008
lunedì 6 ottobre 2008
butterflies in the dark
like butterflies in the dark
we struggle in our grudges
in the memories of little things which
have hurt us ,
not able to give a turn
to our fate ,
and finally move on .
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