Clouds colliding, spring going away,
Life going back, to an uncrumbled sheet,
Sighs heaved, Whispers heard,
Time passing by, like a strange beat,

The lonely lamppost hears footsteps on the road,
Faces turned with an unflattering expression to see,
As if I were the red among the blues,
Hiding away, wanting all eyes off me. 

Wind whistling, cold winter arriving right on time,
Lying on the ground,...