falling angels

5 little angels. sit at the crossroads of a pathway. hoping someone would look towards them. wave..smile.. and give them a penny or so. they jump everytime the light goes red they jump onto their tiny feet, scrub the car windshields, flash a bright smile and bring out their small little muddied hands.. hoping something would be placed. a penny or so.
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every morning they wake with the first breaking of sun rays, strech their little arms, dont brush their teeth, but brush their hair, wash their face, eat something what their mommy gives them and run to the pathway. it's new day!
another day to earn a penny or so.
another day to work.
yippie.
but hey ..i too sometimes want to eat that choco with that little girl in the car sits and eats. but i wonder why, she cries. i should be crying. i am the one who is not eating that choco! silly little girl. tch. tch.
so now they go running with their other little friends. time to play. so what if there is mud. so what there is the sun. so what if there is dirt. so what there are running cars! that is my playground and the rushing cars my toys!
hah. does anyone have such big cars as their toys . well we do. too bad nobody ever noticed.
well time to run to work. to playground. time to play.
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falling 5 little angels.
sit on the corner.
nod their little heads.
wave their little muddied hands.
dance to their own tune.
say hello to the world.
say hello to the rushing cars.
say hello to the loud horns.
say hello to the mud.
say hello to the wind.
say hello to the sun.
say hello to you.
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you and i

well i sit myself in a myraid of thoughts and wonder what next. well there is alot more to write alot more to say and alot more to express. yet i end up sitting and thinking. maybe writing too. however, just words fall and place themselves where they have to and the others just wander around.
ducks, swans, parrots, flocks fly from one destination to another. well some dont fly but walk. however, they migrate. i watch them fly over my car roof as i drive to work and wonder..where next. however, no reply. they continue to fly with no voice no freedom no thought. just duty. they fly. they are meant to fly. they are obeyed to. destined to.
green light.
its my time to drive by.