Saturday, 19 June 2010

tonight the pavement seem so close.
the wind swifts moving the branches and blowing leaves that fall every fall.
and they fall and break their faces on the ground. soundless. sleepless.
and i was not able to speak. felt heavy with indifference.
back home all i did was dance to the radio.

dance dance dance dance to the radio.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

bitter sweet said...

dance dance dance
to the radio.