// Paris Of My Heart : A Bookmark // And, when I step forward to take a glimpse of these everblack curved lines, so dexterously do I enjoy playing with these lines. Sometimes, curving them to whole to form a circle while other times, drawing patterns of all sorts in my knowledge. But nor could it lure me any longer than a glance of time. So, I lifted my feet to stroll away, when this bookmark held my hand so firmly as that a lover holds the other's in black & white retros... ( caption) // Paris Of My Heart : A Bookmark // And, when I step forward to take a glimpse of these everblack curved lines, so dexterously do I enjoy playing with these lines. Sometimes, curving them to whole