Sunday, 26 June 2011

If you can fly, don't stop at the sky coz there's footprints on the moon...

When you see the cliff, the sea, remember to trust

In deep, blue seas of paper maché...


The sun sets on another day, I wonder what's changing...

It's alright, I still miss you...and how I felt...

Come explore with me,

The princess in her flowerbed,
Pulled the jungle underground,
Where cherry bombs stain the blackbird's red,
And explosions never make a sound.

And fly...

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