mandag 14. september 2015

Poem

It smelled like spring in my hometown
And everything looked the same
Even though the leaves were turning brown
I saw faces but knew no name

I found a road to walk on
It lead to a crossroad but I was scared
To walk further, to have to walk a marathon
Scared of all people the who wouldn't have cared

I found a road to walk on
But I didn't walk it

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