My Lie

Evening city under a white frost moon

Soft blue night she runs to a cold gray winter

He wants her

Dark cloud

Wet snow

A country field

That house in the bottom silent hill

What where when

Make his stay cozy

Warm while your fun can roll around

Catch them if they go

Woods and wind

Branches throw those who jump to day

Fall like air

Stop then too

But these walked sad

Slow then slipped

Ice out the door

I am it from the top.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

1/10/06..Magnetic poetry; forces creativity.

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