Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Where is it going?



Where is it going?
The trees bend over the track like a cat waiting to pounce.
The mossy grass crawls across the path, leading to nowhere.
The light shines on the step as the shadows eat up the light.
Where is going?

By Ciara

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