from One liter of tears
Posted in Uncategorized on Jan 15th, 2009 No Comments »
Powdered Snow
The season in which the powdered snow dances always passes by
Even if I’m lost in a crowd I can see the same sky
Even though I’m chilled as if I’m being blown by the wind
I don’t know anything(1) about you, do I?
And yet, I found you amongst a billion(2) people
There’s no (scientific) basis for this, [...]
