Wednesday, April 15, 2009

the people cling onto their coats as
they walk on by
windy spring day
sitting on the park bench,
the wind blows her thick hair
into her eyes
obscuring her view of the photograph
in her hands
the only left over evidence
and the wind gently
pushes away all the clouds,
blowing the picture
out of her hands
finally she is free

3 comments:

publisher said...

where never free

freedom doesnt even exist
most are only free by the limits created by others

publisher said...

where-we're

damn you iphone auto correct damn you to hell

(I'm only free by the limits of my iphone)

marionerin said...

true, true.

but really, it's just about someone clinging on to the past
finally taking a step to move on, that's all.