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She is running away from him. She has to hide. Or he will find her. But isn't that what she wants?

Submitted: July 26, 2013

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Submitted: July 26, 2013



I hear a voice calling me

I’m trudging through the snow

I know that voice far too well

How he found me, I don’t know


I storm through the bushes

He’s chasing me, chasing me

I can’t look back again

He can’t find me, never find me


Suddenly he’s there by the trees

I don’t know how he got there

But there is no time to waste now

I make no sound to hear


“Come out, come out wherever you are!

I have counted to ten!

There is nowhere to hide from me!”

“Come and find me then!”


I scurry back in the dark

Hiding from him and the moon

I push back the black tree branches

Hoping he will find me soon


He sees my tracks and follows

I lead him a new way

He suspects what I am up to

Then the moon shines like day


He turned to me at that moment

He smiles and I smile

Then we turn to leave together

We go back walking that mile


We walk through and melt the snow

Melting snow in the night

Content in each other’s embrace

We walk until morning light


He takes me and kisses me

The whole world is lit

He pulls away to say something

And I say, “Tag, you’re it!”

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