Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Like bags of cotton candy filled up the sky above,
the voices of the kids laughter could be heard from afar
surrounded by 7 storeys high.
red candles litted along de pavement as the gentle breeze blows.
different chatters of language heard
orangle light shone brightly like a star
came by a big black smoke that filled the air
exert as can be but within, endurance is what is left of me
filtering away by faces or crowds yet the familiar surface
constaint slot, timing inaccurate
wishing time would turn fate to date
moments, snaps are only memories left
things shattered once the train is miss
cherish the slot given else regret is the word used

-dakota cresent
-11.30

.EstRella.
@ 23:58