After thousand years since my flight
one day
When roaring waves hit some land
In moonlight
I fell down to rest.
Now worried
How to fly?
My thoughts are infected
…My wings are wet.
one day
When roaring waves hit some land
In moonlight
I fell down to rest.
Now worried
How to fly?
My thoughts are infected
…My wings are wet.
4 comments:
a marvellous composition gal. i identified myself with it.something in me pinched me again
sometime something touch the heart ............nothing else to say
thoughtful
the way she attacks her topic is marvellous
and its great to see how she gets away with it
really touchng!
i personly like it so much n u already know what else iwanna say abt it......
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