Tuesday 17 April 2012

Slowly the bird arises above the silvered mists of dawn...

Listen, my heart... be brave and soar into this DAY of days...     .... for it is your destiny to walk footloose among the shards of broken  wonder   ...        ... to fill your lungs with air (doesn't it feel good...     this taste of LIFE that dances upon the tip of your tongue?)   ...                                        ....
        ... and to touch the preciousness of life     ...     that is drowning in a stranger's sad and SILENT smile... 

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