Just beautiful my friend.
As we get older the masks begin to fall.
Like Autumn yellow dry leaves.
Those whom we thought would stay.
Left , leaving painful feelings behind.
Like thorns penetrate the hearts to bleed.
And those whom we thought they won’t stay .
They left their beautiful passion with us.
So my son have as many friends you can .
Those who leave and those who will stay,
You can not forget nor what the leave behind.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh – http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com.
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Thank you for reblogging the post much appreciated. Regards..