sábado, 8 de marzo de 2008

Over and over again




One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold,
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.

2 comentarios:

Emilio. dijo...

¡ Que bonito esta este !,...

¿que dice?.

Perdona, Maria, en primavera soy muy revoltoso.

Un cariño.

Emilio.

Maria Fischinger dijo...

Gracias Emilio por ser como eres!!!
Besos
Maria