dimanche 25 avril 2010

#17

I walk past your
flower room every day.


I see you,
but I say nothing.


I'm so afraid
to look at you.
Oh, boy.


You say I'm the strongest.
I say you're the kindest.


You ask me where I'm going.
I point to the ocean.


Oh, boy.

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