Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Can i tell you something?I love your snaps more than the one we used to pick from the net,original ones are always nice.for every poem, every word, every feeling.I dont have to say anything when i read from you. just wish one day I do meet you. :)and always get a chance to become silent the way i am now. after reading from ya. love.
Thanks Manisha...yeah i prefer to use the ones i clicked now...it sucks to imagine that there was once a time when i would search on google to find an image that went with my poem...its better to go out there and click something urself.*hug*
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