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Winter Night MAG

By Anonymous

Cold winter air bites my skin.
A light breeze has the power of wind,

but the silence is peaceful,
yet lonesome. The crickets have stopped
chirping.

The frozen asphalt of the road, dark black,
foreshadows no coming of any person or car.
The tall leafless trees are like giants of the Ice Age.

The windows of a few houses display
lit yellow rooms,
like the flame of a candle
in a pitch-black cave.

Other houses show no sign of light,
no sign of life,
just abandoned, blown-up boxes
planted on the dry ground.

Everything is perfectly still, everything
except me and
the can of smelly, rotten garbage
between my arms.





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i love this so much!

richm said...
on Aug. 18 2011 at 12:13 pm

i wouldnt call it AMAZING, but thx!

 

its about throwing out the garbage. nothing more hehe


richm said...
on Aug. 18 2011 at 12:08 pm
thanks  = )

on Apr. 3 2011 at 2:58 pm
tesswards32 PLATINUM, Perry Hall, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"And it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most, not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes. There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind." - Zac Brown Band

Great images! I liked this a lot.

on Feb. 9 2010 at 4:10 pm
KatPragueRedDevil, Meeker, Oklahoma
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This poem was amazing!