Two fraile silhouttes <br />walk hand in hand <br />down an old brick road <br />beneath the frozen city lights <br />on a bitter and icy December night <br /> <br />The chilly artic breeze <br />gently kisses thier red cheeks <br />as they stroll <br />gracfully through <br />another northern winter night <br /> <br />The slick city sidewalks <br />not yet properly salted <br />soon catch her her off guard <br />her feet fumble beneath her <br />as she slips on an icy patch <br /> <br />He throws his <br />aged, wrinkled but strong hands out <br />just in time <br />to catch and save her from <br />a painful fall and bruised ego <br /> <br />His stong and rough hands <br />gently lift her to her feet <br />He gently kisses her forehead <br />as he pullls her in close <br />and holds her tight for a moment <br /> <br />Slowly the two fraile silhouettes <br />walk to their humble home <br />they relax and fall asleep <br />beside a warm and glowing fire <br />wrapped in each other's arms<br /><br />Nicole GravellPellerino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-fraile-silhouettes/
