Wednesday, August 6, 2008

tram poetry

he sits like a stone,
on the parkbench alone,
no letters, no sweaters,
just cold and alone.

she sits and she reads,
all wrapped in her beads,
through the pages she pleads,
for their lives to lead.

he sits like a preacher,
this picture his teacher,
through short cries and long sighs,
he hopes he can reach her.

f:)

1 comment:

~ trail of ink ~ said...

ooooh me likes tram poetry (oh noetry?)...

MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!

:)