Old Melody

Saccharine tune flows in the air of the gloomy morning, Birds in the branches of the trees chirping The cold breeze touches each inch of my memory The mix of black and rainbow drops in this thin air And this heart seeks more for its longevity. Each sunrise is autumn that longs for spring Long sweet walks, holding hands, bench-talks, laughter Locked-in wall frames for keeps and reminiscing The exquisite scent of each blooming memory in my head, And the old melody creates a treacly lemonade in my heart.