Tuesday, 22 November 2011


Small world
Getting smaller 
Every second of the day
Fog becoming taller
Can't see my way

Not a sound
To be heard
So quiet it is eerie
Not even a singing bird
I'm almost feeling dreary

Dew against my skin
The moist air
Is clinging on my clothes
Droplets fall from my hair
And hang from my nose

The sillouettes of the trees
Branches above my head
A crow utters a sudden scream
Waking me up, I'm in my bed
Realising it was all a dream

© KH


noofs said...

Wat prachtig! Je foto ook. Heel mooi!

Daan (Dan) said...


Kati said...

Dank je Noofs.

Thanks Daan.