Walking Solo

Grains thrown by my hand,
Held in your pocket,
Stepping on trails we left
 - Washed footprints on the sand.
Words pop into flying cotton
Straight to your address,
Bending time in mute. 
Am I the one forgotten?
 
 16.09.2011

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