duminică, 4 octombrie 2009

Swinging Around

In the sky
My feet slide
On the cloud
Nearby.

In the sky
My hair twists
Into curls
So cloud-like.

In the sky
My hands reach
Coin-like moon
To be traded.

In the sky
Leaves are flying
Right before
Final fall.

In the sky,
No one waits...
Just on earth,
Lasting hope.

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