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Those Wings Of Mine
The past comes,
And will disappear again right here.
That simplicity stays
Just like those shining stars.
Many times I have change,
To find that woman within.
Today, I am still that butterfly,
Yet to emerge
To show people her beauty and worth.
;)
Kah Yan.
Friday, October 06, 2006
12:50 AM
Being a object becomes a surrounding.
Smiles seem to lose a meaning with masks on
Yet being crazy reminds me of my existence
Sometimes we just have to let time stop and let the stories flow through the eyes.
Emotions that I am feeling now, I really do not know how to express in the correct words or of the right descriptions.
The mind feels like a fluffy cloud. Just want to float in between the blue skies.
Soar like a bird of an eagle.
Let the wind carry me here and there.
Ah sweet sounds of happiness.
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Simplicity
Kah Yan
Currently in Melbourne
Bitter sweet memories in Singapore & HK
19 Oct 1987
Born in Singapore, But Im from HK.
I am looking for my beautiful pilot to soar high with me.
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Being a object becomes a surrounding.
Smiles seem to lose a meaning with masks on
Yet being crazy reminds me of my existence
Sometimes we just have to let time stop and let the stories flow through the eyes.