Silent passengers…
The rise of a new dawn, Or is it another dusk, Yet another week forlorn, When bygone memories sink Change is needed indeed, But not that much to carry the soul ...
The rise of a new dawn, Or is it another dusk, Yet another week forlorn, When bygone memories sink Change is needed indeed, But not that much to carry the soul ...
Its another new year. As usual, I was watching TV when the clock striked twelve, watching how people enjoyed new year all over the world. This had been my routi...