faith his friend, so very bold desire envys him, and hates his hold emotions too shy need a small story, sometiems to hide, sometimes to be told.. old school friend, the rusted leaves in ground use to play here, there they use to go down this L shaped bock where she lived the riverside, the green lawns, soft dream dipped he came back home he went to the library to chek out a painting a sketch framed in ivory bad at memory, those lanes were roudy in the cacaphoney of adolosence a piece little cloudy.. that light patch on wall, tells someting was thier his heart skips a beat, but man its not thier.. strong man he keeps, a brisk pace of steps at-once feeling credited, at-onse feels the depts.. there were many things he did some good some bad ahh! no one remembers, & its a shame to be sad corridores of time, soo daam cold get goosebumps and dimples whenever unfold again faith his friend, so very bold desire envys him, and hates his hold emotions too shy need a small story, sometiems to hide, sometimes to be told..
thanks... evevn i thnk this ws gud work since i could manage to keep it open to just a situation ...thnx again 4 ur reply
