Walking under bridges
Running through trees
Trying not to think
Looking at short-cleaned grass
Hearing the chat of Sarah and leena
But listening to something else
Entering the world of rhythm
To the world of music
Running with my hair all bouncing
Screaming from joy
Pretending to defeat the sun
Dancing from amusement
What is it that happened to me?
Can this joy be my daily visitor?
Will it last in my eternity?
Will it be there in my dark alley?
In my lonely spot
But it has lasted for a speak of minutes
Compared to 14 years of my life
I want this joy
I want it unquestionably!
Copyright © louzana nubani | Year Posted 2010
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