1 Nov 2016

Of sadness

I cannot write of beauty
When sadness fills my mind
Why this should be I do not know
I'm not the moping kind
And though I look at lovely things
And wonder at their grace
Those trees, that sea, those starry skies
They're from another place
Not nestled here within my heart
With melancholy signed
I cannot write of beauty
When sadness fills my mind
Yet there'll come a day
Or so it's said
With sad thoughts left behind
There'll be moons and loons
And fairy wings
And joy will fill my mind



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