Monday, December 12, 2011

Black Crow



Stars are wrapped with a silver bow
From the comfort of my bedroom window
Hugging tenderly a feathered pillow
The night illuminates pedestrians bellow
Symphony of yellow taxi cab moves slow
Global warming is on stage I am in front row
December 25th only cold winds blow
Emptiness in my gaze with the radio low
Hands in prayer as tears start to flow
With each passing shadow the pain grows
Looking beyond the city lights glow
Wish I could fly away like a black crow
Escaping Christmas without its white snow

-- Louis Mercier

PS: Recycle before the hammer meets your toe

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