…i wish to see
a flower in the wild
growing on a tree,
with the eyes of a child…
heed to the anchoring,
and give out a smile
i’ve been missing
for quite a while…
September 12, 2008
September 12, 2008
…i wish to see
a flower in the wild
growing on a tree,
with the eyes of a child…
heed to the anchoring,
and give out a smile
i’ve been missing
for quite a while…
September 13, 2008 at 12:10 am
…the things that i miss
when i’m trying to catch up with the world
come crashing in my memories
by and by, as i start growing old…
September 30, 2008 at 10:18 am
Some people refuse to grow up and others accept to do so while keeping the inner child alive.
It is all about choice and whatever we want our life to be.
October 5, 2008 at 4:33 am
I love the sweet and sour of this piece. I can feel it in fact. Like soft petals off a flower.