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Melancholy Winning
From my balcony, i assume the morning dew, The beauty of the rising sun, the chirping if the morning birds, bad is all i feel. Befriending tears, as if they gonna save me, I sing the song of melancholy, i dive into the waters of sorrow, I borrow a hand from my palm, to wipe these warm demeaning drops down my cheeks, I find no hope. From my balcony, i see the sea of pain raising its tides for today and days to come; I see seeds of hope rotting and running away with scavengers; I see the dance of wishes getting tired; I wipe a tear once more. From my balcony, my heart hastens its beats, As if pumping oil, stamping my skin as if interested to stay out; Deep breathes aren't helping, deep thoughts are causing more pain, I wipe another drop From my balcony, my fingers play with each other, I try new things; wanting my eyes to meet, My tongue yearning to touch my earlobe; My lower lip craving to touch my big nose; My ears flapping back n forth, but life wont let me; A teardrop sneaks into my bushy beard.
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