All the times i give up the fight.
Under the stars, i have not met
The dream and aim to pass.
I am saved by the sunlight
Given a new breath.
Lifted upon the shoulders
Of the trees at their depth.
The only reason for joy,
This glide upon grace and freedom
The moon is in a new season.
ames
september 2004
so good to see you have started blogging again. I love this you poet you. You have inspired me to start blogging again too.. thanks x
ReplyDeletethanks sare. yeah, jump back on that steed. x
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