Monday, August 22, 2011

A collection in Short Spaces

Moonlight
Is only second-hand sun
But it beats a world
Where the light gives up
Before it finds your eyes










If you live your dreams
YOu will forget to live your life.









Smiles are only heavy
When they aren't worn
On the inside









Loss
Is the privilege
Of those who have something

Love
Is the price you pay
For giving something up

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