Late At Night
Late at night when I feel low
I listen to the Stranger on the Shore
As the haunting clarinet plays
I see an emerald sea with one on shore looking back at me
The the full moon on Moon River
With the reflection making such perfection
And the Summer Place I look for
In my dreams of other days
And the melancholia will not leave me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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