A Smile Stadts On Lips . . . A Grin Spread To Eyes . . . A Cuckle Comes From The Belly . . . But A Good Laugh Bursts Forth From The Soul. . . Overflows & Bubbles All Arround :)
Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure’
I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
