Watched the river today
Spoke a thousand words and no one heard
Saw little eggshell doves squatting on the limbs of a tree
Felt the warmth of the sun seeping into my body
Knew my blood was very red and running through my veins
Wanted to dance but even here too self-conscious
Realized slowly that death is already tugging at me
What is it to be young and old at the same time
StoryGirl 