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Home / Local Writers / Raminaesilva / THE TRAFFIC LIGHT - [C:277] 
While remembering her golden hair
and inebriated by his sweetheart`s perfum
he happy drives his scooter downtown.
Above all he can`t forget
her emerald eyes.
A green wave of joy and enchantment
enthralls him.
Hope is green! The world became green!
Green the buildings.
Green the people around.
Green the cars that he fast
surpasses.
Green the asphalt.
Green the street corner.
Green the traffic light...
GREEN?
RED!
White...
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Text added on 31-12-2007, 53 hits. (0 votes)
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2008-01-07 15:53:26 |
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hahaha... Is this a poem, or a parody? good one. I'm assuming white is death, am I right?
A question: What would've happened if she had brown eyes? ;) bmfy_alexhans |
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