Your poetry is my life
You wrote about asphaltand I dreamed about roses
which grew up trough your poem
the new road
was burning me
when I barefoot walked towards you voice
somewhere in the poem
you wrote a "maybe"
which expressed your
doubt
should you give me your shoes
or not?
you chose to say:
- I don't think you will like the smell
so, here we are
walking
so close, so diffrent
and I don't know
where you poem ends
Poetry by Candily
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Written on 2008-08-29 at 19:44
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