There.... The Wind carries the Cloud.. And the Cloud carries the Rain... The Hills carry the Trees... And the Trees carry the Flowers... The Stones carry the Streams... And the Streams carry the leaves... My mind , my soul and my thoughts are sitting together in the waving Green grass fields... As if they may dry the tears.. As if they may cure the pains... As if they may accept the tragedies... There.... The softest breeze carries the scent of eternity.... In the memories of Kalaw , Shan state....
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 15:48:23 +0000
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