Klaus....

of all the names,
yours stood among
the crowd in the malls
of my confusion,
it must be you,
i hear you laugh
once, and you sound
so well, like you, in
the hidden meaning
of your words,
of all my friends,
i know, it is you,
who knows how to
stab at my back,
hide behind the
curtain, slip in
the darkness and come
back with a smile
and say
ho ho ho,
santa.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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