Echoing with mocking words;
If souls are encoded,
Glance will be interpreted as challenge.
Gonna fly against that sky !!!
Mosses; evil deeded mosses;
Never blame for the existence,
By keeping my flame of faith,
Gonna swim cross that ocean !!!
Repeating the thoughts from
Jack London's "A Piece Of Steak",
Tide so called time will go on and on,
Just need a bit courage (for myself)
In order to face with fail . . .
Blind my eyes ?
Can't stop my wings !
Crush my dream ?
Can't stop my swim !
I will keep going . . . . . . . . . .
(bs)
Yes, of course my beloved !
ReplyDeleteKeep on moving .
Never give up!
Miss u.