miércoles, 15 de julio de 2009

An ashamed mother


An umbrella over my head

It´s blocking my hope

In a bird´s regret, which i can´t see

I hide my face, even if i don´t need to

A dry soul could never cry

I draw a grey cloud on the sky

It´s smiling at me

I returned the smile to her

A cloud who is rightfully mine

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