Sunday, October 17, 2010

Eleven




Two O’clock
Two O’clock
Sunday afternoon
Storm in the air
Two dots on their way to far away

Storm in the air
Circling yellow and red
Two apples
Two peaches
Bunch of dead flowers
Waiting, waiting

Four o’clock
Four o’clock
Sunday afternoon
Will she remember my name
Will she open the virtual door
Will she smile
Will she ..


Six o’clock
Six o’clock
Sunday afternoon
Will she remember 3 * 2 * 0
Will she remember my name

The red dot blinks
The circles are gone
The iron bird takes to sky
The red dot blinks

Six o’clock
Six o’clock
Sunday afternoon
The door opens
The smile is beautiful
And I was remembered
..
And she is gone

Its only me
And the two apples
And the two peaches
And the dead flowers
And hope for nine
And hope for nine
..

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