tisdag 22 mars 2011

Underneath the tree

I lay here watching how the branches are twisted by the cold dark wind
& the leafs that swirl violently in its cruel hands
until they finally fall to the ground all around me
& I can’t help but to think
that if I lay here long enough
I would be buried in a colorful grave
& eventually I would fade away...

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