Beyond
Happiness, Sometimes is frozen in little things. Like the tiny drop, that descend from the heaven. Or little shrub, that ascend from the earth,
Happiness, Sometimes is frozen in little things. Like the tiny drop, that descend from the heaven. Or little shrub, that ascend from the earth,
Broken. She needed a shoulder to cry on. Ruthless world. Brave she. Her smile concealed her sorrow. Pillow wiped her tears.