Mission of Last words, by George Chow
Beauty can not hide by the relative of last words.
Its a tear away from knowing or lost in the crowd.
The mission is an endear of marriage or the luck she
How her life got away by the foolish of men's urge in vain,
or the love make her pardon in the abyss of marry life.
I am ready with my Nikon D3000..
For the highest prize or priceless mission of last words.
To capture her divine with the Christ,
or her freewell to choose to play with death.
Then the last words are in the photo..
|Posted: 2017-07-01 13:20:39 UTC|
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