From the black cage,she waved. A puppy with adorable paws ran; Into her arms.Cuddling it.She felt. Alive.
She cooked fish and garnished it with pepper. She watched the crimson sun going down. I wish you would tell her a story. And rock her to sleep.
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wishes
we better keep ourselves aloof of expectations from others. but then, wouldn't u just love to c all ur wishes granted. and life being a fairy tale? sigh.........
very touchy indeed. luv ya. keep up the good work.
reminds me of sumthng...i dnt kkno why...bt it jus duz....bhenge mor ghorer chabi niye jabi ke amare, o bndhu amar...realy dn kno why...rock miss fatty
2 comments:
wishes
we better keep ourselves aloof of expectations from others.
but then,
wouldn't u just love to c all ur wishes granted.
and life being a fairy tale?
sigh.........
very touchy indeed. luv ya. keep up the good work.
reminds me of sumthng...i dnt kkno why...bt it jus duz....bhenge mor ghorer chabi niye jabi ke amare, o bndhu amar...realy dn kno why...rock miss fatty
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