The Wing

Let it flow to search for an estuary
the dust, stay away
from my new white scarf!

A throne of heart has been closed densely
merely for The Creator
Loving like fireflies in the noon
The feeling has been spilled up in invocations
Cos the chosen wing of You 
will come in the perfect moment

February, 2013

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