Monday, February 16, 2009

Shadows of the past...

As I walked through the woods one evening, I met this shadow from the past. Stories of happy times floated around, echos of laughter flitted on the breeze, and somewhere in the old leaves, I could hear the footsteps of children as they romped and played. I wondered what stories the old swing held, and what it would say if it could speak to me...

1 comment:

amany said...



شركة تنظيف منازل الكويت شركة تنظيف منازل الكويت
شركة تنظيف منازل الاحمدي شركة تنظيف بالاحمدي
شركة تنظيف حولي شركة تنظيف بحولي
شركة تنظيف الفروانية شركة تنظيف بالفروانية