Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Berlin is behind me now,
it was there in front of me
but now it has returned
into my pocket.

Pocket full of moments.
Pockets full of memory.
Pockets full of kisses,
and thought,
and celebration.

My mind it tires
of this walking,
of even my friends,
who i adore,
but who irritate and annoy me now,
because my mind it tires.

Sleep will soon
arrive, soon,
and soon,
will life renew.

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