domingo, 15 de fevereiro de 2009

Soft landing

It still reminds me of the way,
The soft and bumpy way of your smile.
No warm sand in the world would describe it
And I certainly won’t.
Yet, you don’t wear it today and I will not ask why.
We’ll carry ourselves in the blue air, not looking down,
Not facing the path or even each other.
But on our way down, eyes closed
And surrender in our hearts,
We’ll know, and we’ll know
For a long, long time.

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