Sunday, April 10, 2011

Bunch o' my brain - Winds.

They crumble by themselves,
Those walls of caution,
And the winds of carefree love,
Waltz into your brain.

Fettered still, they linger there,
Your sword, all set to kill.
Clanking chains are severed deep
And the mind sways again giddy and free..

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