The Dream, 2008

 

THE DREAM, 2008

(to my father, 26/9/1918 - 29/11/08)

 I saw you

 

I saw you flying free

 

I saw you get up and walk

and then you started to run

 

You were so excited

and I was so scared you’d fall

 

But you didn’t

you just ran faster

and faster

so-o-o fast….

 

and then…you…were…no…more



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