swimming in the air
my colors spread
lax and snug
to match the longing sunset
left long, i wander, i qualm
in the free sky i be
my tail, my song
in search??
discovering
submission??
flurry
forlorn i was
apart i be
my precision they say
its a call from his tree
that i hang next
forever lonely
Shringi
31 march 2008
my colors spread
lax and snug
to match the longing sunset
left long, i wander, i qualm
in the free sky i be
my tail, my song
in search??
discovering
submission??
flurry
forlorn i was
apart i be
my precision they say
its a call from his tree
that i hang next
forever lonely
Shringi
31 march 2008
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