Thursday, July 26, 2012

The Race

I have been missing someone.
The person who lives in rain.
Restless feet that want to run.
Walls that look yellow in paint.
Inspiration of stories
That bring me back to old days.

I’m missing a pretty place,
Where Christmas was colorful;
Where I could join the race,
And the people were so cool.
I miss that place very much,
But I can’t go back ‘til March.

The person ain’t in the place.
Still missing when in that place;
That’s why I have left that place.

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