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By darwin Date: 2003 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.25.14.30.5208]] |
| it seems that life can tell it's silent story, and through the window of a car. through the dirt smeared windows, with the rivulets of rain falling steady. at times with the sun as it pokes it's bright head over the horizon. the love of two people at a bus stop, their shy heads stooped, and the unforgettable glaze of love in their eyes. in the the two lovebirds who had settled on a corner, and kiss for all the world to see, abandoned in the love of a moment. perhaps the infinite passion of holding hands, with a crippled walk and two grey heads bobbing in unison. there i sit with my head laid back on the vinyl seat, and my eyes feasting on a world through a half window, and the sun blazing on my scarlett cheeks. i saw two people playing at love this morning, a man chasing after his lover, only to grab her around the waist and spin her. I had to turn my head to watch them, absolutely fascinated. this world outside of my car window, and I sitting next to my lover. the one I sleep naked with at night. what would others see of us, as they would peek at us through a car window? would they see true love? would they be sneaking a look through fates door? but for now, we are quietly content to sit still in the morning, as the rush of the world goes by, lover by lover. |