pen through my heart
gingerly she steeped into the box car..stealing a glimpse.. my heart pounds firmly against my lungs.. she sat her self in her warm.. soft colored clothes..revealing part of her translucent skin..her weavy bristle like hair covered softy line forhead..she neatly opened her note book..she held another piece of paper..held it firmly..as she wrote gingerly ..with neat strokes..in a language that is foreign..it expressed how she held life, with closeness, warmth and hope....I wonder how her day was..how many people she touched with gestures even without speaking..as she gingerly hooped from thought to thought.. her eyes lite up.. windows to inflowing inspiration... engrossed in her thoughts.. the train speeds away to new destinies, shaping and moulding her.. but for that brief moment I wish time would have stood still... "one brief moment in an angles' life"
posted by edii @ 9:21 PM
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