under grey clouds in april
it was warm
as you stood near
I felt as sand
falling to pieces as in a dream
crawling slowly through images unknown
I did not want to see
and I can not remember
what has become of you now
where I have gone
far away
the people sit in the windows at night
smiling at nothing in particular
Monday, April 6, 2009
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