luni, 7 ianuarie 2013

It goes on

resolutions..wishes...dreams...a strain of magic that leads your unconquerable soul to find its serenity and bliss ..even for a second ..it sees everything clear...to let its wings find  the looming horizone...to fly away as those angels in the churches...it keeps it locked in a place  of majestic beauty..to keep it tight and never fear of any witch  craffts to take it away...Echoes....some echoes are lost somewhere in the immensive world....searching for a quiet place to drag themselves out of their doze ,in thier look for a whril of apology..they are lost in the ghostly topic of wanderring about their past future and present ..a tone of distinct regret washes upon them...but with immensive conviction the inevitable question arise out of the answer"why?"
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