Sometimes I wish I was a bird ..
Soaring high in the sky with..
Fervor beyond imagination just ..
To fly away from this world so unreal...
Sometimes I try to bring down..
The castles that I've made within...
My eyes and which make me think..
That I'm not alone even when I am...
Sometimes my words let me down..
And I feel I should give them up..
But at the end of the day, I see again..
My tears, my joy .. flowing out with the ink..
And they make me realise, that..
With every drop of ink that splatters..
The moments have gone tedious and good
And what's next .. Will be prosperity and goodwill..
8-11-2011 ..
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hamza ..
