Saturday, April 5, 2014

MOOD MUSIC

Such melancholy of mood
on a cloudy dawn
it takes my folly
to spy a fawn from the wood

Make it dazzlingly understood
to brood is not to remember
to create out of good
spring wakes from December

What musicals we hear
from the songbirds forest
let me nest by the trees
these lyrical words confessed.

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