by Hajar
I’m
lying on my back
looking
up through the trees I see…
branches like fingers,
sea sky, cloud ducks…
hands reaching out…
and there comes the wind,
scaring them off and away
goodbye, I say
POWER CUT
by Gypsy
The candle flickers
as I slowly walk
through the cold, creaky house
the wind howling
makes me scared
then all of a sudden
the lights quiver
making the room light up
finally
the power is back on
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