Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Roar


Rights and wrongs the perplex of mankind  evolving with rules to be broken and fences to be mended, thrown to the wolfs of today, standing with the fear of being brave, waiting to rise while standing at the edge terrified of the fall. Silken locks and dry eyes are what make young blood beguiled. When the capacity to sustain the madness is drowning, she forgets the perplexes.  No more terrified to be brave, no more rules and no more fences…she looks to the open sky and Roars



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