Monday, July 16, 2007

Freedom


...and up she flew, leaving behind the remnants of her broken shackles and withered wings; up she flew, as the sun shone brighter making her bid goodbye to the shadows of her past; up she flew, as a gentle breeze touched her and sun smiled with all its warmth; up she flew, and the remnants of her broken shackles and withered wings, lay forgotton...

2 comments:

Hema said...

Nice post! Very poetic! :)

Shruti said...

Thanks hema!