Still,he noticed that though the house was in poor shape, the gardens were perfect. The paths were well lined, the flower beds filled with roses and lilacs, the trees well trimmed. He smiled darkly.His beautiful little angel of trouble must have run out of time.

We can all participate in the heritage of man. We all can help to preserve it. And we can all make our own modest contribution to it. We must not as for more.

You can cry                                                           you can try                                                         you may also take rest for some time but quitting is not an option

If we are alone, we become more alone. Life is strange

Written By Paulo Coelho

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