Anne Jensen

The Icy Sun - Poem by Anne Jensen

The dark side of the sun
always makes me numb
Sideways turns red
Hides every regret
See you through the icy sun
I know i have to run
This ice starts to melt
Cars drive through a belt
Snow is coming down
Hiding this pathetic clown

The wind starts to cry
Hope the answer will blow by
cinnamon and apples are having a rave
connects my brain: pretend to be brave
Just looking for a why
As the sillence goes by

Orance and brown
Despite in a crown
Beautyfull and small
Your eyes are like a see- through wall
Your mouth is turning black
I knew you would be back
Just drifting by
Transforming the sky

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 5, 2005

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