7 mai 2009

I keep, hangin' 'round him ....

The rain is falling in the night, a spark and then thunder, before the weigh silence ...
I'm at the window, smoking my cigarette, thinking about them,us , him,... I watch the sky unleashing his fury ... And I smile.


Thanks to cry for me.


3 commentaires:

  1. A Sound Of Thunder - I like that.
    And God photographed His Creation.
    --Flash--

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  2. I think about one hour later, I was there too, at my window, looking at the sky ( not smoking. I do not smoke. You know it, don't you?). The rain stopped falling, because I could see the stars. Far away, the light of the moon, and on the other side, the lightnings behind the clouds. It smelt like spring.
    Before that, when I came back, I walked in the middle of the street. Alone.
    And I smiled too.

    Lily

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  3. (we are strange sisters ... I think it's mum's fault. She is strange, too. xD)

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