Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 24, 2018

Sun In My Morning

Melancholy Blue,
that is how I feel
when I am not
there with you.

You are the sun
in my morning,
the stars at night
the sweet love of
my life.

Melancholy Blue,
that is how I feel
when I am not 
there with you.

You are like Spring time 
in winter and summer all year
you're the joy of my life 
with so much to share.

Melancholy Blue,
that is how I feel
when I am not 
there with you.









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