Nov 19, 2009


This is the story of me when I was a kid,
Story of my heart, which wanted to fly,
Fly like small jet birds along the multicolored sky,
Something inside wanted to befriend others creating a pattern,
And a brave heart with some true colors meant to scatter,
A resting branch of a lonely tree,
From where the view was a little dim and bright mostly.

This is the story of me when I was a kid,
When my dreams vibrated along with my imaginations,
And standing on the ground I used to fly...

FLY LIKE SMALL JET BIRDS ALONG THE MULTICOLORED SKY.

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