Chilly night winds, orange streetlamps
Casting shadows on the grounds;
Glittering Christmas lights,
Somehow feel ghostly tonight.
Like a lone angel,
Foraging into reality, strangers,
And a world of uncertainty;
Peace is a silent murderess.
Snowflakes shatter on cold gravel,
Like dust, like ashes;
Like dreams dreamed far away,
The only warmth comes from tears.
Lone angel, lone heart,
Penny for your thoughts so deep;
They sink like sands of time,
Like melodies sang out of tune.
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