They, do not fly, who haunt the clouds.
They, who soared, had no wing sprouts.
When the heavens call and you need to fly,
lie on the ground as you kiss the sky.
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6 comments:
I'd be happy to do one of my abstract interpretations on those lines, but I'm frightfully scared of going so off the mark;
but tell me, does something desert you in the oh-so-hour-of-desperation? sanity, maybe?
Often. Yes, quite often indeed. :) . But, not this time. OHT darling?? Sleep over it. Shouldn't be too difficult.
Nope, slept over it just about two days. You're just far tooooo intelligent than I!
Rape me, my friend....I still stand by me. :)
Why the desperation??:p
Ahh !! I can see exactly what your interpretation is my friend. :) .
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