Thursday, 29 July 2010

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

Some leaves fell to the ground and did a waltz, so romanticly wonderful
Some gravels chattered under our car's tires, so stunned the day

you know, they seemed like singing a rhyme to welcome the morning
and trying to talk to the people about some beautiful small missing pieces that actually people needed
talking to us..
that they are there, live with our life..
while we live on their world..
you know, they're trying to tell you a story guys...

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