Sunday, April 13, 2008

Paris Paris


Things come, things go
People come, people go

Love gives, love divides
Love laughs, love cries

When you encounter someone, it's always a luck. It's a mark, it's a memory. Think of a world with millions and millions of people, he is lucky (once) to be part of your circle of friends, so do you!
 
Lydia

2 comments:

tai said...

"Love hurts, Love heals"

My China Bohemia said...

Your verses are poetic... even if you denied being poetic!