your beauty

makes me smile

like a hungry

crocodile

my smile is not

returned

because you are

not concerned

these crowded

coffee shops

where the torture

never stops

young beauties

in the streets

exploited

teenage sweets

an ordinary day

with wildlife on display

communicating souls

two persons

different goals

here comes the sun

at last

and time moves on

so fast...

LARZ GUSTAFSSON      July 28, 2009