Sunday, 26 July 2009

120 stories

I saw a man, by the pond, reflecting on reflections.

We danced in the fountain, and our laughter dropped into its waters, and the ripples embraced them.

I watched the light sit on the bench from afar, and enjoyed it's company. From afar.

I carved my name in a tree. And then I carved yours. At least the tree still holds them close.

The buildings were conversing. "I've never seen you light up like that before."

I watched the ferris wheel go round and round. True, it turns round in the same spot, but its stories are never the same.

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