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This is a blog where I spout lousy poetry and speak in Morse Codes. And I don't update this blog often. If you're not interested in my ramblings please, please I say, close it.

But everyone is welcome to it.


P/s: The thick thick wall of a writer's block has disintegrated.
So I'm back! Woohoo~


Monday, January 5, 2009

Broken wings







It is the end of my dream

I have been only a fragment of my own dream

My wings have forgotten how to fly

I have done nothing but pretend to flap my wings

Do my wings have any meaning if I don't use them to fly?












2 comments:

Nate River said...

want wingsXD

Spiral Riynn said...

... ... Me too... But I think it's painful to sprout wings...

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