The pale blue becomes as a distant mood
Heading out in search of a bright new

Hope,
If there is some left in this world.
This nightingale just wants to fly.

As possibility approaches upon a perch it sings
Its voice...sweewoo suwweehoo, su-ih su-ih

Luminous radiance emits harmony waves
How rainbows float in the atmosphere.

It remembers the stars dreamed beyond sky
It's certain that this nightingale can fly.

01/19/2010

Posted on 01/22/2010
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