Walking down the white tiled wall
crackling fire and an empty car
the smoke flows down the chimney holes
fills the field with glowing moss
darkness inside the room
dark clouds behind the moon
starry winds and castles fortified,
and the army walks a tidy line
the blinds are closed but the curtains sway
the cartoon heroes kill another day
and you just might have another sight
watch the flickery fire flies' frizzy flight
Yellow grass green blue and lime
winds making the wind chime chime
english rock and motley folk
melt in the pot of an urban lore
A sore throat, cold wind and a band-aid
cotton light stone hard world of white
nightless days and days of cold dark nights
the clock rings the greek and latin times
Shishir
12:12 AM 12/23/2008
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