Glacial night.

Bright knight

Nowhere in sight!


Friday night,

Alone, inside!

My house is bright,

Your mind is right.


The snow is falling.

Who am I calling?

Your bright eyes,

So you see the rise.


The rise and fall,

From nature’s ball.

A single call,

Just against the wall.

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Posted on 18 December 2010, in poezie. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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