by sweety

Created on: March 10, 2009

When i slipped on to a street
from pushing doors, a couple of feet..
off the mats with heads bent down
into the crowd and blushed like a clown

Oh! Steady now, I said to the heels
that cycled me, like am on wheels.
I stiffen my neck and held its chin,
give it up dear, still with a grin.

A drop on my head, felt its cold
my eyes went droopy and ears still fold
as I walked on the wet, a slap on my neck!
she wiped my face with flakes from her deck!

Here she comes, I glim with a tear.
My white friend! snowed from rear
I turned to her way, her paths not wound
blank in the sky, till lights make it found

Like those small windows travel
in screensavers dont gravel
you float into my eyes, melt in the palm
for i spread my hands and stay in calm

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