a dream
autumn
a perfect day
my favourite season
my favourite town
my favourite place
and dreams
in a hectic world
i'm a dreamer
i don't care that i'm not supposed to take a rest in this world
i take it anyway
(this guy walked around with a balloon...now you have to imagine: I saw this guy, grapped my camera and run behind him to get a picture...)
i'm not alone
but still i am.
If this sounds a bit like a poem: I'm sorry.
It's late after midnight.
Perfect time for deep thoughts ;)
Oh, wow, Antonia! You are quite the poet!! That was a very lovely post!
ReplyDeleteThank you! But no, I'm not a poet... ;)
ReplyDeleteI really, really love your poem. It´s beautiful.
ReplyDeleteKathrin: Thank you! :)
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