Flight to dreames
The tale of the night swept across the sky,
As the glitterati gleams beyond the light,
Afar and beyond as the city grows old;
The fragments of imaginations unvails it's gold.
Whereth hope unfolds it's dearest wish
And sedated wings of vison fly away unleash
To the vagueness of firm Guide I lend my reasons
Who hath promised me a golden season
Humane not touch me now, for I am pure
I believe in the uncertainity of my aficionado's grandeur
I feel the flight of freedom allures me kind;
I sway my wings, hither I leave my past behind.
--End--
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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