Cloudy happy sky.
juin 10th, 2009 at 2:42 |
I think. I thought.
Sun died. Shade lied.
I thought. I think.
Shade faded. Light might.
Is. Will.
There’s now and then. There’s you and me. There’s you and us.
Whatever we feel, whatever you think.
And memories appear and disappear. One by one. Thousands and thousands.
Who could have thought ? Who could have felt ?
Too soon. Too late. And yet.
This is the end, and just the beginning.