gradually filling, the milk pours from
your mouth into their eyes as they
dream of green fields and October skies
and the envy you have will never subside.
Days pass so fast it's like a carnival of colours
A horse moving up and down, a sad clown
Unforgettable moments of cotton candy,
sticky situations and candy apple smiles.
Friday, February 20, 2009
February 20th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 4:20 PM
Labels: dreams, photography, poem
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