My story
I’ll rise from the rubbles
of my shattered dreams
And touch the sky one day
Anyway
I was never born
of my shattered dreams
And touch the sky one day
Anyway
I was never born
with a silver spoon
All the time
All the time
I have been trying
I fall, I rise
I move forward
That’s my story
I fall, I rise
I move forward
That’s my story
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posted by White Square at
11:52 am
10 Comments:
wonderfull!!
Be the way you are...God bless!
I love it. You just gained a fan in me.
Lovely words, beautiful photograph.
Hi Rachana,
Thank you so much!
Hi Romancewriter,
Welcome to I&U,
I am glad that you loved it and I am honored by your compliment.
Thank you so much..
Hi Atyllah,
Thank you so much...how is autumn on the Novopulse? Do you have one?
Best..
hey... how are you?? am just back from the ten day trek... was great fun except that i'm tanned and my skin is in such bad shape...
how are you??
anyway, ranaji remembers you and sends you his regards..
Much wisdom abounds from these simple words that are as always, deftly constructed, Abhay.
Hi Sanjukta,
Thats really cool...you been breathing lot of fresh air...here people go out to tropical countries to get tanned so may be its good for a change...
I am fine...my mother is with me here..so I am reveling in her love and care...working full time and enjoying Moscow autumn..check out www.abhaypics.blogspot.com for pictures...
Did you make any friends there? Did you check Tavern in the downtown?
Hi Susan,
Thank you so much dear!
You are so good at writing comments...impresses me.
best..
Hear, hear! Many know this song, and dare I say those are the most thankful of people?!
Hi Minka!
Could not agree more with you!
best..
It is the sign of strong soul to be able to renew himself after any fail. You can congratulate yourself, if you are able.
Oksana
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