This reporter.... Why, sometimes beads of sweat, floods down from my forehead. Is it hot, no not at all, instead My thoughts are hot. Am I a villain, no Not at all, my thoughts are villains, which Evolve from my mind. Oh that pink beautiful ladybird, who Attracts by her skin and multiple color dresses, but I had gone mad by the healthy smile of unknown dark angel, Stars are learning to twinkle by her smile. Al last I realized both the color dresses and twinkling smiles are behind my hot and villain thoughts. Oh lord, please forgive both of them for provoking an innocent heart, and Forgot not to bless all the three with joy and happiness, At last I force you to consider this reporter, and his divine love for you and the rest two.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 10:40:05 +0000
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