Cold Season

21 December 2014 | Poem of the Week

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Cold season
Lifeless
Under red light
Searching the past
Swimming through wet streets
Memories
Secret places
A snow falls outside
Maybe the last
Inside
A meeting hall
Faces of the lonely
Masked
Broken souls
Broken people
Like you
And myself
We search through the cold season
In our past
On those streets
Under red light
Behind red brick
I won’t see that
I won’t be there again
Only in dreams
In visions
In nightmares and memories
I remember the cold season


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