Folded thrice over
Lying on my desk
Folding for you, my friend
Smoothing down the creases
Flipping it over
Nimble fingers fluttering anxiously
Before it can take wings and fly off
You leave me stranded on the road
And decide to walk away.....
posted by Bithran @ 9:05 PM
1 Comments:
have you read jacques prévert. you write sometimes like him, or better. :)
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