A Stockholm's Farewell Letter

Wouldn't it be wonderful 

To smile so bright? 

To see, 

To know, 

To believe? 

I saw them, 

You know. 

The thieves. 

The places they come from 

With their smiles. 

I love their, 

Their noise. 

Beautiful isn't it? 

The colors they wear, 

The colors they hide. 

Smiles so big, 

So nice, 

So beautiful, 

So... 

Haunting. 

The fakery is so easy. 

I like it. 

But O, 

The wonder of their noise. 

Their names are ice; 

Cold and smooth. 

They scream in song. 

Black of color. 

Blue of nature. 

Red of rain. 

O the moments 

I gaze at them. 

To say, 

To see, 

To know, 

To believe. 

O the beautiful colors

As they smile so bright. 

Goodnight Father. 

They will come steal me 

This night.