My Daily Blues
My yearning keeps fading and fading.
Maybe I’m just too degrading,
Or I always fail to please
The sighing talking tease.
I sense smiling lips,
Smell of tulips,
However,
Clever?
Not!!!!
Well,
Maybe
Those I see
Are silhouettes
Of true souls I met.
Maybe there’s a reason
I’ve no ardor this season.
Could it be that my long lost soul
Is yet to be found and in control?
Copyright © Mark Anthony Bartolo | Year Posted 2020
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