No One There For Me
At the end of the day when 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 it 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
in freezing Christmas Eve-
bereft of love, of bright future, dream.
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?
more by DIMITAR MITROFFSKY
photograph by Dan ChungHire An Editor
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