There are many paths to the same place. Some like the croaked path.solatude and beautiful sites One straight to face the day and the night.Whos beauty is a second stopped in time.Then lost in the moment. Hidden in a rhyme.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-08 04:26:42
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