January
The
first stroke in midnight glow
In
the sky the stars bright
January
what will you say?
In
the park the lovers hide
The
pieces of shadows flow
The
web of lines on the trees
They
think they are alone
January
What
life now?
The
races in hot pursuit
The
politics of religions
It
makes the innocent suffer
Holding
the pieces in their minds
The
eyes feeling the blue
The
days fill up in broken dreams
January
The
first stroke in midnight glow
The
history of the past never forget
Wishing
all get it moving
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