Tuesday, December 13, 2011

My Longings

Oh ! I wish,
I breathed again the fresh air.
Out in da vast world,
da gentle breeze,stroking my hair.
Oh ! I wish,
I were a bird to fly high.
I wouldn't dare stop,
until I touchd da sky.
Oh ! I wish,
miracle happened by chance.
Out in overwhelming happiness,
I would dance,
O I would really dance...

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