A frozen afternoon
Hallways of loneliness
Were opening new dimensions
Within the season’s crater
Luminous burning circles were swirling around
Remnants of the first sunrise of creation
No one knew the place
But you could find it in everybody’s dreams
And in the deep waters of the red moon
Today
In Christmas night
You can still see the lights
Blazing slowly
On the house’s roofs
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