I lie on my bed.
It's the early hours,
I'd like to rest;
but thoughts are twirling in my head.
A train rumbles past
and with it,
memories, light and heavy,
like passengers sitting by bags of coal.
Every day this advent
was about opening one's heart
and the courage, to wish,
feel.. even pray, like a child.
http://m.blog.hu/wi/wififalu/image/deva/bcs.jpg
No comments:
Post a Comment