A Melancholic Orange Tinge
An account of a dreary evening
Staring,staring, and staring
At the sun
It has that color
The color I so dearly like
It reminds me of you
Of the anniversary present I had bought
Of the countess memories associated with it...
As curtains are being drawn,
I am reminded of you
Of the summer that was spent together
I can recall your gleaming eyes
And the friendly banters that have now become a distant memory
Oh, I wanted to drown,
In those eyes of yours
All I have ever wanted
Is your companionship
Is this too much to ask for?
Oh, open those lips of yours
Just let a few words escape through them
As this day comes to a close
And the Chirruping starts fading away
I can only hope, despite despondence
That this diseased orange tinge would die down
And that a shade of golden yellow would take over....
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