Why not resurrect yourself with your breath and
believe in the love that courses through your veins
rather than the tar black voices that mock your efforts?
Why not let the butterflies cocooned in the back of your throat awake
to carry your hopeful voice
like a bell peeling brightly in the warm morning air?
Why not live?
4 comments:
very nice words...
simply love it ...
thanks :D
amazing question...hope to see u write a book someday
a choice
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