torstai 13. helmikuuta 2014

I guess this is how it goes

Off we go
A child dressed to a hot summer day's dress
and a young almost
a woman

Why did I lose
those days built on the stones
lying on the near forest's mat
of grass and dreams

Off she goes
stumbling to her growing legs
I wave her goodbye although I can't
let her go
so I keep her in my words
only a year anymore

Why did she lose
her slowly ticking hours
to my curling hair
and scratching pupils

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