jaded description of everyday musings brought about by too much tea and pandesal on scorching hot evenings
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
things will go my way
chasing dreams
like kites
floating
in the air
only to be
falling down
again
with a gust
of wind
strong enough
to pull
me down
yet never
strong enough
to stop
me
from trying
to soar
high
yet again
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