Saturday, August 11, 2012


Walking Alone
she walks invading into the afternoon
the streets devour her every step
Colourful crowds pass before her eyes in rainbows
a mirage of her pain glows reversed on the face of a stranger
vagabond time bends doing her a favor
her past meets her present with a gesture of grace
over the corner, she stops at the red light
and then she walks again, and walks 
for hours, out of space
with a cloud in her heart
and a question mark in her eyes
almost forgoten by her life
almost consumed by this mad  voracious world...