The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

A Shocking Truth












She,
Craves for freedom
In exchange for true feelings
Takes the freefall of allegation

To find happiness
Live life to full exhilaration
Be part of the thrill of rebellious
Be part of the brilliance sunset glory

Draws a line between vain glory and sensational beauty
Seizes the moment of dim twilight
Opens her heart to the flash of spiky strike lightning
Then, smashes a large crack at the frozen iceberg
Dives into the deep frozen sea

With absolute certainty
She seeks
She accepts the truth
She is the dream catcher
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