" Love You "
Love your nose,
Love your toes,
Love your clothes,
Love you with no clothes,
All I am trying to say is I love you.
Syrbastyian Amaya
Monday 27 April 2009
Wednesday 1 April 2009
Poem: Train Home
" Train Home "
I am sitting in the 1st train-car on the 2nd bench-seat to the right.
The train has started it's forward journey to deliver me home.
Passing stations, I watch the people and imagine their day - their conversations.
As I am,
I am reminded of wandering thoughts travelling through my mind.
I don't stop them,
I let them journey so they find their way home.
By Syrbastyian
I am sitting in the 1st train-car on the 2nd bench-seat to the right.
The train has started it's forward journey to deliver me home.
Passing stations, I watch the people and imagine their day - their conversations.
As I am,
I am reminded of wandering thoughts travelling through my mind.
I don't stop them,
I let them journey so they find their way home.
By Syrbastyian
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