While I sit in my room,
White walls surrounding an empty silence, maybe concealing your absence?

Like the last leaf of autumn set forth into the winter wind,
In transit, in a frigid breeze soon to halt onto frozen soil

Wishing that I had my colors still,
all the arrangement of this world that comes to make me is loosing,
and soon ill be monochrome background that this season is is taking hue,

the sounds of goodbye, like awaking into a different world but cannot sleep back into,
only I'm still alive in a timeless loop of conversations, of expressions, of your smiles that smiled on my face
of your kisses that were kissed by my lips onto you.

If at all, your name to which these words are written, the hope your eyes would capture the string of sentences, makes me still write
I guess I would always write to you my winter...

-Kaus

<this is for no one but the lonliness in my mind>
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