For Another Day or A Year

I recall a sunrise
and a day of surprise
A calendar changed
the girl wear green now
instead of blue.
I flew around the island
mock every storm of silence
and after the sunset
I harvest life beneath the gypsy moon.

Season and she
the end couldn’t be prefixed
both conspires something pleasant.
in the end for a dawn
to start with fresh
she declares
seek for the moon if sun doesn’t shine for you.

Is everything really changes?
a new calendar girl
or a number to add
to all those years
In the battle of survival
I am the logical rejection.

Changes we seek
but mourn on a self chosen street
a fragile life is well known to me
a world is there to remind me
another chance to reclaim
seize and defeat all the blame.


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