Thu, 08/07/2014 - 20:02 -- lilapt


I don't know what I want.

Making plans, I feel stable.

But he sees concrete.


I am not concrete.

He is the wind and I can't

Fly without a map.


I am a river,

Close to the earth, flowing

Along my life path.


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