fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

6.41 am

When day breaks,
A burst of orange through the wakes .
A slight breeze through my hair,
Like a whisper from the lair,
The birds chirp a song of hope,
Giving strength for us to cope,
As fast as lightning it goes away,
Not even a minute or a second more it stays,
Blow the candle,
Stop the clock,
All I want is a little walk.

-mine, 20th May 2007

I'm through with doubt8:58 AM