Rising under the first morning mist, I am a small bud of freedom. Come upon the labyrinth of winds, meet between hopes and life, I am a small bud of freedom. The morning dew which releasing all chain of past, I am a small bud of freedom.
The very breath itself is freedom, the flowing life is freedom, the silent cloud above the stillness is freedom – then the sky reach its’ end. Then again, I am a small bud of freedom.
Bhyllabus - l'énigme 
Pak Aldy,
Nothing special, just tried my cellphone cam, and took some picture by free angle :).
SukaSuka
What blue color again…? Admin can't see it :lol:.
Thanks Bli Gung.
SukaSuka
Something special about this?
Hmmm, I'm not sure. may-be….
SukaSuka
But we're still a part of great life.
SukaSuka
What are those in blue colour below the post? 😛
Gud luck for you .. 🙂
SukaSuka