Saturday, July 12, 2008

Hoppípolla

Smiling
Spinning 'round and 'round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing
Soaked

Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shell

Wind in
An outdoor smell of your hair
I hit as fast as I could
With my nose

Hopping into puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)

And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
(Hopelandic)

1 comment:

KingNyman said...

that was really really really cool. thanks michelle.