Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Golden Wings
Golden wings

If there were such thing as love,
why am I still placed here?
Like a bird without a pair of wings,
trapped in a nest that is getting too small even to breathe.

When someday the wind blows,
together with the wind I will go,
helpless because the wings never grow,
helpless because I have no control.

Unaware of what the future holds,
no control over how life would be.
Wishing deep in the heart for pair of wings,
Wishing life would be more like a breeze.

But time waits for no bird,
and the wish became simpler.
Perhaps a wing is all that is required,
to escape from the little nest.

But time waits for no bird,
and the wish became even simpler.
Perhaps all it prays,
is for the wind to come and take it away.


Jacqueline
8:47 AM






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