Crazy red backpack girl

Posted in Writingson Sep 14, 2007

Incidental glance without recognition,
Mistakes made now haunt me,
Because the possibilities turn beginningless,
And the clouds would rain if they only had tears.

Insufficient capacity to do more than nothing,
So many ideas moving omnidirectionally,
Lightning in the distance might almost bring hope,
If only it had the deep friendship of thunder rolling.

Yellow picnic table flowed sweetness like fountains,
Now more stale than dust in an empty canteen,
Just the reflections of a fruit lemonade,
No more will the sparkles be lost in the winds of tomorrow.

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