They say
Birds fly in the west
I say
They're not flying, they're carried by the wind.
They say
Oceans splash its waves towards the sand
I say
They don't splash, it's just an illusion.
They say
Clouds drift upon the azure horizons
I say
They don't drift, they just passed by to see us.
They say
Friends are prickly roses in the meadows
I say
They aren't prickly, they bloom into siblings
of yours.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
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