She was like the old love songs, deeply and madly wearing the basic colors; black and white yet shining bright like the happy colors. The smell of the rain, the smell of the new book replenished her heart every time she felt empty. She found pleasure even in the tiniest thing and sadden in unintentional. Listening to fairy tales, and world full of beautiful roses, she didn鈥檛 notice the thorns in the stem. Despite the greediness and lust in the air, never did she stop believing in true love. Understanding the words or the meaning, she preferred the language of eyes and gestures. Takes time to make balance even if the road is broad. Miracles keep her hopes alive, the hurdles never bothered her. Changes through the every season, she remained unbreakable.
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