Melancholy
It's a summer morning,
but his face gives an impression
of a winter evening.
Aroma of cappucino and pastries
in the next street doesn't excite
his taste bud's anticipation.
He walks, looking down,
not noticing his friends
or pretty girls walking past him.
His guitar plays to the fashion of dirges
in the middle of a fun park.....
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