Scribbling

Scribbling in a notebook,
For future, filling time.
Do you think that someone
Would read and know my mind?

By reading all the curves,
The scratching and the space,
Words my heart has chosen,
Disclosing my soul's trace.

Though the dates are written,
My time and lines are drawn.
Silently, within this space,
This notebook, Who I am?

For just a moment filling,
Retracing from my mind,
Spaces, lines and all my hopes,
A notebook, living lined.

Raine Les 5/03/2008

excellent

yep

Nice.

I bet those scribbels are really interesting...