Leaving

Surface is hard as ice.
Beneath it’s cold as water.
Inside is dark as a closed closet. Outside it’s light as snow.

The hands in the pockets you can see.
Long legs takes two steps in one.
Leaving home made of stone.
Longing for warmth of a smile.

Closing the jacket, body shivering like an old hand - trying to reach.
Memories with bad feelings starting to fade.
The snow melting, grass is showing with a colorful field behind.
Strong thoughts stops, a snowflake melting on his cheak.

Eyes of joy reflects through the snowing sky.
Long legs taking four steps in one.
Leaving the home made of stone.




Nutley   -09

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