tiapakhi's times
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
rain over me
“The moment I thought, the sky is clear. The dark clouds came and poured rain over me.”
Sometimes even the heart wants to see the clear sky but the grey memoirs come and dispense ghastly jiffies.
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