Monday, 27 June 2011

Flickering lights

I ran towards the window
To keep the latch
As it should be.

I could feel the chill
And hear the wind
Blowing hard crushing through the trees.
The sound of the creaking branches
Sent a chill down my s

I could hear them hitting hard on the roof
Like a fast galloping horse in a race.

As silence descends
I crept through the window
to catch a glimpse of the nights.
My eyes kept flickering
as I saw the flickering lights
in the moonless night.

                                          26,October 2010.

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