The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.
If he has it the warmth will succeed the sun
This warmth will bend the river
The water will rise to sky
The cloud will fall to rain
And these beautiful rain drops will connect the heaven and earth
And the rainbow will be my love
men do not die when shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol,or exploded by a bomb,or ravaged by an incurable disease,or poisoned. They die when they are forgotten.This blog one of it's own kind is dedicated to those mortal authors whose work have made them immortal.
Sunday, 7 June 2015
My possession
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