the road to hell is littered with good intentions
Monday, January 17, 2005
Freedom pt 2
feels like hours...
waiting 4 diz creature battling his life..
and miracle do happens!he's moving..
but he can't fly..too weak?too scared?
maybe he broke his wings..i lay my finger
and he calmly climb on top of it...
and by the the time i took his pic,
he spread his wings and slowly fly...
you have ur freedom back my sweet butterfly...
and i heard someone whisper...
"On broken wings I'm falling,
And it won't be long..."
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