Where is the color
of my evening deep red?
Lost in the middle
of the morning rays, he said
Heading for the heart
of a different sun..
Hopeful and high
and set to get one,
now she's gone..
Dark park
moon balloon, he said
Where is the light
of my nighttime sky?
Left in the morning
without a goodbye..
Heading for the heart
of a different sun..
Just in case she
fails to get one,
now it's gone..
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