Thursday, 29 July 2010

A little wonderland

A visage of a vigilance
Leading the sheep on the knoll
Through the breezing grasses and whispering wind

morning words

when i was sitting inside uncle's car, wearing my seatbelt
i saw so many things right around me

A white bird fluttered his wings upon the sky, he was white and seemed like a paper bird
A pale moon was sneaking to her bed, hiding from the day