donderdag 10 juli 2008


I could never find solace in the falling of her tears
I could never find a reason the place her on the side
I could never translate her feelings as falling off the table
A feast for the ants and all the rest

O adventures lay ahead of us
But she took another bus
Tried to catch up
But she faded away in the distance
Now I pluck flowers and place them on the wayside
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