A Red Light

See the sky and it turns periwinkle
Somehow it reminds me of you --
In a deep and shallow trace of wind I place,
All the time I have spent thinking about what might or might not come true.
It is a variety of colors that the soul portrays
Everytime the memory returns to the song;
A song that might or might not be played
And still...
And still...
The red light suddently turns
And all there is left is a piece of a picture I tore of you.


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