Friday, September 12, 2008

make it 3...

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there will be rain... Make it 3. One for the grass where I’ve played like children do, one for the woods – where I’ve worked & one for the sky, where I’ll be soon. Make it 3.
& the bottle of rum was near the end. The eyes were blurred, the walk was no more straight.
Searched for a sign from you all that time… & you, you… or maybe I... I didn’t know how to see. Make it 3 and I’ll be gone…

3 comments:

Dan Oprea said...

Place!

Marcie said...

Very powerful..poignant image. Love the processing. Excellent!

Adrian Leonte said...

Thank you Dan & Marcie.