simple and small


broken faith

at the bank ,
when we met
do you remember
or the sun took away
my shadows
my hopes and sweet little crispy rain
that washed one day
our fears and regrets

we ran from lines ,
families and bounds
we crushed rules
but we created one thing
love


the grass was wet
and as we ran
it sprinkled the sky
with stars and stories

at the bank
we promised
we decided
and everything
had turned
to dust
before sunset ,,





Poetry by HUDA
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Written on 2009-07-27 at 16:24

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kip
a twist to the tale...i like this
2009-07-27