The Builder of TowersПубликувано от alfa_c на 14.11.2008 @ 08:07:21 (811 четения)
So many people have passed through my life. Some are like a breeze – pleasant, but gone in a blink. They just stir the air, and later even the memory of them is pale. Some rage through like a summer storm - thundering and lightning, pouring rain, and blasting wind. When they are gone, I would pick up the broken branches and torn leaves. I’d learn my lesson and forget all about them.