Sunday, July 12, 2009

Fishing Spot In The Parramatta River



In front of her I stop, I wonder what to do
,
rest in doubt,

I look I see the cold, motionless, closed , I still watch the

I'm afraid I do not want to see what
the drive, trying to understand what lies beyond
guess the best,
audibility is ask for me,
more property continues
my imagination, I decided, I approach shooting,
reached out toward it,
feel cold, the wind's hand instinctively

I walk away going back yet another step

turning around from behind I walk away saying

the opening tomorrow .......

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