Now heart heart follows, head held high
regrets melt where heartfelt fair tune,
plays tune true morrows passing by
through confidence which grows, will soon
speed rainbows' [m]arch through cloudy sky.
Free spirit soars as now ballon
may from uncoloured earth and dry -
which morning, night and afternoon
emotions often would deny -
lets go, sounds soul at liberty,
horizons flow for future free...
(17 April 2005)
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