Wednesday, July 21, 2010

while waiting


Step, step, step...
Wind blowing.
Voices all over the place.
No warmth to warm my hands
No smile to caress my soul.
Unshed tears are a memory in my eyes...

**a seed just like the one in the picture fall on my lap one day of april while waiting for someone. When I saw the seed, words just came to me... the product is this little poem.
*** 2edit dec.2010 the pict of the seed didnt work anymore n I didnt find another... I`ll keep looking for it

2 comments:

  1. This makes me imagine a girl in the middle of a busy sidewalk looking down at her the dove you mentioned in her hands while no one notices the sad expression or asks if she's alright

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