Last year,
was too much waiting at
dull bus stops on
rainy sunday
afternoons.
And little rambling
in the sun.
Expectations too high
and moments
in vain.
This year,
there will be no pointless
promises of
ever red roses
in winter snow.
And no shy water
in these eyes.
Remember that these
castles belong in
the air.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Last year,
was too much waiting at
dull bus stops on
rainy sunday
afternoons.
And little rambling
in the sun.
Expectations too high
and moments
in vain.
This year,
there will be no pointless
promises of
ever red roses
in winter snow.
And no shy water
in these eyes.
Remember that these
castles belong in
the air.
Just something I came up with. Is this any good?
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