Sunset
(Paula Campos)
Spring has gone
And, with it, my hopes
Summer has come
But something feels wrong
I watch the sun go down
The wind blows like in July
But winter is here
Deep in my heart it lies
The sun may never rise again
And the cold may stay forever
But tell me if spring knocks once more
‘Cause a box of matches I keep by the door
And by the window you will find me
Or maybe on the floor
11/01/2018
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