My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Friday, April 22, 2011

Colors

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If I became a butterfly, what color would I be?

I know I'd fly and find a place where none could bother me.

Free to breathe the warm sweet air, or drift out to the sea.

I could make the world my own, create my destiny.

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Time release your iron grip,
I'll not your captive be.


 

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