The looming clouds of darkness re-appear The count is on for happiness
In a time of doubt & fears ...
Who knows just what revelry lies ahead
The choice, stands bold & glaring ...
I think I'll live until I'm dead
The blooming flowers of springtime bring no joy
Though there is much to sing about
I'm "melancholy boy" ...
I crave to see the sunshine days of old
When love was all we cared about
& dreams were things of gold
(c) {May 8, 2009/ June 29, 2011/ January 17, 2012 -} by KIRK
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