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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

LIGHTENING BOLT




Palms without lines

A heart without love

A tree without roots

An earth without  a sun

I couldn’t be that much of a speck without recognition

A snow flake, like any other on the snow carpet

I could be noticed if I were stained red

I would be missed if I bled

Bled, bled and bled out

My blood for my  fame
 
My life for the legend I’ll become

My dreams will collide with reality one of these days

And sparks would fly

Tinders would burn

 Doubtful hearts would believe

Loyals would give a teary sigh

Because it would be that spectacular

Aurora borealis herself would be no match
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