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
*** 2edit dec.2010 the pict of the seed didnt work anymore n I didnt find another... I`ll keep looking for it
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
ReplyDeleteI was pretty much like that!
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