Thursday, April 16, 2009

Moment like this

Wildly happy alone
Moment like this; rain rain drop
Wet earth
All my senses alert
Cross the street, peeping sounds adjust
Freezing nose, hot green ginger tea
Lots of raw sugar, fragrance of twisted
old roots and leafy green tea
Sit in enclosed wet red car
Empty parking lot on top of Capital Hills
Buried with new books, poetry and mystery
Waiting patiently for the clock
to strike at eight
Life is a game of waiting
for you don't want to make mistakes
Mistake I made plenty, plenty of heartache
But moments like this
Sitting in the rain, nothing seems to matter
Since I have nothing to gain
No past, no future, no mistake, no pain

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