newflower
2011-11-18, 20:23
Story: At the Bus…
Once upon the day, it was a stormy day seems to root up the heart fro; its bodies ….raining day seems to the sky cry over our poor souls…cold day seems to frozen the flame of the fired tickers.
That day draw the end of our way which seemed to be long. At abyss bank, we ralled our oath and left there sinking in the defined scarness…We were bagging that day to pass quickly vainly it was the hardest one. We were hoping to survive and to dare all the obstacles that make us not to be as witness our separation. Cold breeze vibrates our frozen heart even our good bye kiss, was so cold, we don’t know why? May be to erase the last worm.
A while after, we don t know what is happened after that cold kiss. It was like an arrow cross all our hope and dreams. Suddenly, the dark absorbed the light like a raid surprised a peaceful town
Once upon the day, it was a stormy day seems to root up the heart fro; its bodies ….raining day seems to the sky cry over our poor souls…cold day seems to frozen the flame of the fired tickers.
That day draw the end of our way which seemed to be long. At abyss bank, we ralled our oath and left there sinking in the defined scarness…We were bagging that day to pass quickly vainly it was the hardest one. We were hoping to survive and to dare all the obstacles that make us not to be as witness our separation. Cold breeze vibrates our frozen heart even our good bye kiss, was so cold, we don’t know why? May be to erase the last worm.
A while after, we don t know what is happened after that cold kiss. It was like an arrow cross all our hope and dreams. Suddenly, the dark absorbed the light like a raid surprised a peaceful town