Living is life,when vanquished, then death. Tragedy,unknown. Thee must charish every moment with the loved. When bitter, live with hatred, die with no tear. When kind, live with happiness, die with a river. When life is taken, loved are striked with depression or even, dare let it slip through my lips,.......happiness. emotions tell stories of the dead. Joy........the lifted had regrets. Sadness.........the lifted knew they where loved. Thou doesn't know when death comes upon thee, but when the angel of death appears, leave without regrets.
by:.....me. mrgreen
Abel_Lover36 · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 10:50pm · 0 Comments |