Thursday, 14 August 2014

Way up high ...



Thirty nine years ago, when I still believed dreams one dreamt of  ... did come true ...  and Faye had just been born, I wished upon a star her dreams would one day come true and she'd fly high ... way up high into the sky ...








It has been eight years now since she has flown ... high ... way up too high into the sky ... for me to reach out to her and play like we used to ...

I  do wish ... upon a star that she can see me and forgive me for having once taught her to believe that if birds fly over the rainbow, so can we ...







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