Jul
2
Cherry picker
It is a pity that I write
only when skies turn dark in hue,
that only sadness makes it out
as crawling ink on paper-blue.
When I'm with you, thoughts fly away,
not grief nor cold can shade my day.
You make me shine, I forget pain
and writing too...
(previously unpublished)
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