Wednesday, April 18, 2007
What storms are to sailors, Your bitter plights are to me. They are nothing but misery, Not just you but also me. What sunshine is to flowers, Your smiles are to me. They are just simple things; But miracles to both you and me. And life is a painting; Just how you choose to colour it. Colour it with your loneliness, And so it shall be. Colour it with togetherness? The most beautiful painting, you'll see.
i smiled today 10:40 AM