Beneath my wings
Beneath my wings,
Is the momentous scene of my life,
The scenic affinity of my colleagues.
And behold...
The thaumathurgic panorama of ours,
The pythonic puzzle of you and me,
Which is composed of all,
Unforgettable memories that brings,
You and me together as we
And without you...
There would be no we,
And all of these with be nothing
Without you beneath my wings
My scenery would not be,
Considered as a prodigious wonder
And it would be nothing,
But a pale sketch of a frustrated painter
by: meyh lin
sweetelude@2004
