At the end of the day when the Sun is setting
and all summer dwellers are playing tango
in the lights of crimson, pink and auburn
I’d hold you forever, never let you go…
How can I make stay here? With me?
How can I make you see what I feel?
You are blind and cold as nipping wind
on a freezing Christmas Eve-
bereft of love, future, dreams.
They say there is always someone there?
Can you show me, who and where?
The Sun keeps setting, dressed in purple.
And stars fill the moonless sky
Just a single whisper: Why?
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