The sound of her cry travels through the rain...

Embrace the sadness.
Grief quiets the sound of the beating heart,even if I have no voice...

Completion Of 8km U-Run

With no efforts,comes nil returns.
A sparkle produced by the undying attempts of a scavenger.
A candlelight surviving in the arms of the chilled winter frame.
A torch lighted up by the combustion of endless hunt and stubborn power.
A fire that goes above all the horizons of eternity.
And there,you see it...
Fireworks of magnificent beauty.
hate and sadness... Monday, 10 May 2010;5/10/2010 01:40:00 am
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