I stand
and yet I move
some passers-by and children
I pour cold milk
and hold it
still
in my hands
I am not real and yet
what I may feel is felt
by others too
by transgressing imaginary lines
from here
to there
from him
to me
and thus to you.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
I stand
and yet I move
some passers-by and children
I pour cold milk
and hold it
still
in my hands
I am not real and yet
what I may feel is felt
by others too
by transgressing imaginary lines
from here
to there
from him
to me
and thus to you.
***You are really supposed to guess, here! :-)
