Time has forged it ..
Destiny said his word ...
"Does destiny really have a tongue?!"
Time has forged it ..
Circumstances created it ..
Then, it was born ..
In a cocoon ..
In a room .. or better a chamber ..
Of the folded cerebrum !
How many time we feel a stong need to break free. Our soul is meant to fly high, to soar. Our thoughts are like the fuel that propels us toward the sky. Our words are the vehicle. Take me with you in this journey on those mighty wings of your poetry. Cheers
The single thought that was possessing my mind when I was writing this .. was the thought of my Sister ..
When she was sick .. tied to the bed .. unable to move ... incapable of managing her simple needs .. She looked like a mouse in a trap!!
When she first walked .. She used to stretch her arms wide open .. and stand in the middle of the road .. scraming: I am Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... I am Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
Freeeeeeeeeee your life ... Freeeeeeeeeee your Soul ..."
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How many time we feel a stong need to break free. Our soul is meant to fly high, to soar.
Our thoughts are like the fuel that propels us toward the sky. Our words are the vehicle.
Take me with you in this journey on those mighty wings of your poetry.
Cheers
The single thought that was possessing my mind when I was writing this .. was the thought of my Sister ..
When she was sick .. tied to the bed .. unable to move ... incapable of managing her simple needs .. She looked like a mouse in a trap!!
When she first walked .. She used to stretch her arms wide open .. and stand in the middle of the road .. scraming: I am Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... I am Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
Freeeeeeeeeee your life ...
Freeeeeeeeeee your Soul ..."
The scene was touchy .. and it haunted me ...
I wish that no body would try such a Trap!
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