Straying again
A tree was shading on her head
A book was there in her hands
Her eyes were going left and right
Chasing the words in that page
Straying again; as always
Dreaming of those in this book
She traveled for long distance
And flew on clouds
Traveling to their land and wearing their clothes
Talking their words and maybe more
She was the princess
And sometimes the orphen
A boy she was for one day
A beautiful Hazara or an Arab girl
A choice of her's that would be
A wonderful moment could be destroyed
When someone from outside her dream would call
posted by True Faith @ 8/27/2005 03:23:00 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
:)
try reading in your car
no one will destroy her dream there ..
I could park near the beach and read in winter mornings :)
thats so sweet.. i might join you lol..
Coffee on me :P
exceer; you are welcome to join but bring your book with you :)
Thats why i hate reading because i live every fracture of the story and then live the book for a while until reality wakes me up.
Now im reading this ugly (100years of solitude) novel and im hating every thing and im hating this life and hating the book and i fight to finish it or not ..its ugly im hating it.
oh you reed on the beach :) great i used to go do my hobbi evern day at 6 am :)
if you want a great spot i have one.
wow this so beautiful poem
i do that very often :P
Judy; as a proficient day dreamer I am ... I ensure you it is fun :)
And yes please tell me about that spot of yours :)
Nasra; thank you sweetie :)
hmmm.. interesting :)
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