Thursday, 28 January 2016

I follow

I follow
The notes of a lovely song
Your naughty puppy run along

I follow
The long trail of dutiful ants
The lines in my mother's hands

I follow
The free flying lonely kite
The shadows on a scary night

I follow
The wind in my black hair
His cold breath in foggy air

I follow
The whiff of chocolate crepes
My father's gentle footsteps.

P.S. This is a part of my write up, that’s originally written for my daily journal :

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