Gloomy Sunday

I sit and wait
The park cold
Yet This Empty Seat
warm

join me
one last time
The Shadows are spent

A Candle lit Sunset
Weeps
Caressing the night with its
Tears

A Dream
No
white flowers don’t lie
to
Blue Roses

The Moonlight warm on my face
I Rise
your seat
Now
growing cold

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