viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011

Silence

There wasn't a soul on the beach. The rain had stopped. I tried to listen, but you were whispering. Silence. I will be drawn. I'm sure of it. I would like to run my house, but I don't have. I tried to cuddle your image, but I didn't remember it. At least I could walk to the pond with no-one nag me. Sometimes the cause of the shadow cannot be found.