The vagabond heart chases the elusive mystery called LOVE,
The writings on the wall, the scribble on the sands, the etching on the aged bark....
all seem like forgotten memoirs, left behind by unknown travelers of time, searching for that Thing called LOVE......
The writings on the wall, the scribble on the sands, the etching on the aged bark....
all seem like forgotten memoirs, left behind by unknown travelers of time, searching for that Thing called LOVE......
posted by Unknown at 5:42 AM
4 Comments:
When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive — U'll find love again.
I think Google might help
Search algorithm used is quite efficient :D
Just kidding....chillax
Greetz!!
Arz000n:
:D silly!
Mitesh:
Amen!
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