I look forward
to spring.
I look backwards
to run.
I close my eyes
when walking
and try to guess
what I bump into.
I look sideways
standing,
waiting for
the bus.
I look up at the stars
in the winter sky,
and I look forward
to
spring.
I look forward
to spring.
I look backwards
to run.
I close my eyes
when walking
and try to guess
what I bump into.
I look sideways
standing,
waiting for
the bus.
I look up at the stars
in the winter sky,
and I look forward
to
spring.
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
Delightful piece
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Reblogged this on Beyond Panic and commented:
This seemed to strike a chord…let me know what you think. Enjoy.
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