The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Monday, July 24, 2006

No one was looking

Remember
All the lights

That roam in your mind

With a grace born of solitude
and a smile such as the ones

Never envisioned

when no one was looking
and you had time to stare

when you had time
and dared to dare

1 Comments:

  • At 12:08 PM, Blogger Alan said…

    This poem reminded me of a favourite line of mine: "One's true character is seen when nobody's looking."

     

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