Friday, November 13, 2009

shimmering gold

Look up at the infinite blue
Left is river, right is river,
A bridge to get you past
Twelve birds flying a bit away
It should be colder but it isn't
It's late afternoon, dusk
This world feels like magic,
if you turned you should have
There's too much chocolate
You know what to do, when you move it moves too

(description, peut-etre?)
An autumn day in Paris


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