Friday, July 13, 2007

Little girl blues

Where have you reached, you little one,
After travelling on foot, against the sun,
Wondering will it be, could it be?
Could you not see?
They were dragging their feet,
Their fingers following the beat,
You words too hollow,
And a fellow, Shallow?
Where now do you lead?
Is all forgotten, do you mislead.
Could it be, wondering will it be?
When all you had to see,
Her pretty frock,
My writers block?
Will you jump into a tunnel,
Why don't you tell?
Did you really make a find?
Were they kind?
Well, I was there too,
We were very few.
Did you sing for the wind,
And you felt it end?
Will you tell me?



Blogger Albert said...

"Were they kind?"

Did you execpt them to be?

8:27 AM, July 14, 2007  

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