Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Small is my Life


 

Outside the frame
Small is my name
Small is my fate
I almost thought it was too late
Wish I could gather up and yell
Wish I could tell
But I shall wait
For it's too early
Just too early
To translate

3 Comments:

Blogger Zee said...

Leave us alone they said, don't interrupt our dream
I stepped back, not wanting to interrupt anymore.
The thing that bothers me about this scheme
is that what was, becomes a lore
and ceases to be real,
forevermore.

12:39 PM  
Blogger pilgrim said...

Underneath my oblivion
Wide is my vision
Big are my dreams
I forgot them, it seems
Wish I could gather up and dance
If only I had the chance,
But I shall wait
For it's too early
Just too early
to translate

12:59 PM  
Blogger zm said...

zivot je mali kofer i pored njega gomila stvari. koliko god da spakujes, naguras i ucuskas, uvek nesto pretekne, a to nesto, vazda izgleda najvaznije. zato, valja ponekad setiti se: sto prazniji kofer, to se lakse nosi. (n.neskovic - MALI KOFER)
too late to translate?

12:16 PM  

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