Sunday poem by Haiiro
Children are so young and pure. And to grow old is a sickness we cannot cure. I look at my past. My memories. The thought of losing them is one of many worries. Amoung all else new memories are woven. This is the theory,I have chosen. #sundaypoem
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26 Jul, 2015, 1:57 pm
nice picture and poem your reallygood at these :)
29 Jul, 2015, 5:03 am
Indeed.I understand.
Always thank you for your comment and very happy!
29 Jul, 2015, 2:50 pm
RE: Aww thanks. So nice of you to say! And okay, i'll get on that.