From Paris to The Netherlands : Archives

24 March 2008

Snow, rain, mistiness,

A painting, a sculpture, a bundle in life, for years;

In, for a glance,

Out, exit hasn’t be found;

All the endings were pre-drafted ,

All the tears decided to re-depart ,

I treid to record the smiles ,

He tried to wave goodbye ,

I tried to find back the booklet ,

saying it's not just passing by;

Read it under the yellow light,

again and again,

I tried to admit, time just flies …