precious life Standard life is so fleeting flowers that bloomed in summer now no more than dust Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
Yes, and the glorious sunset if yesterday does not even leave dust. So, let’s celebrate each beautiful moment. October 5, 2015 at 1:49 pm Reply
J M Lysun 
Yes, and the glorious sunset if yesterday does not even leave dust. So, let’s celebrate each beautiful moment.
Well said 🙂