They can give me confinement They can demand silence from me They can tie my wings My soul will always be free
SYNTHESIS: 1. Food 2. Love 3. Success 4. Rejoice
As the: burning flames of an ardent fire charm of a flower which opens in spring
Dear mother I hope this day you are happy I hope you are healthy for much longer So you can
Bird fly with your flock in V Breast suckle your baby Chair support my weight Child play Jacks Fire irradiate your heat
It’s time to mourn, for the people deceased in war combat
Being a child is: Being like a feather, which a bird has lost, that rises in flight with the wind and changes direction
there is still harmony with nature… there is still silence at night; the sky is still clear and clean; the weather is seasonal; the sea rejoices its coasts and be…
If happiness would be administered with a pill. If hope were held by a thread. If love
Spread your wings, that the space is vast Rehearse your flight, now that you are young Enjoy your exercises,
athlete running couple sexing girl playing bird flying butterfly flapping
In the white winter going out to the city snow covers almost everything causing landscapes to be purists
activity, activity, activity skill, skill, skill your hands are capable and skilled amplitude, amplitude, amplitude
A raven perches over a tree branch; his weight causes the dripping of a few drops that were held,
anger is ire anger is red it’s a moody