deepundergroundpoetry.com
Sad
the yellow sun
in the morning
all the songs
we used to sing
drizzles of rain
with the sun shining
a single leaf falling
drones of an airplane
they are sad
sounds
sad sights
evoking sad
thoughts
I was happy then.
in the morning
all the songs
we used to sing
drizzles of rain
with the sun shining
a single leaf falling
drones of an airplane
they are sad
sounds
sad sights
evoking sad
thoughts
I was happy then.
Published 18th Oct 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6
reading list entries 0
comments 10
reads 795
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
18th Oct 2014 1:22pm
18th Oct 2014 1:57pm
Anonymous
18th Oct 2014 3:00pm
Much enjoyed this piece, dear Grace...
Yes, it always is the sound that comes before the sense, almost asif it shows you the way....
Yes, it always is the sound that comes before the sense, almost asif it shows you the way....
18th Oct 2014 3:15pm
Thank you, kind Mourganna, for reading. You know about the way, because you hear it within.:)
18th Oct 2014 6:18pm
18th Oct 2014 11:03pm
Anonymous
18th Oct 2014 11:38pm
Short but to the point. Nostalgia... Excellent, Grace!
18th Oct 2014 11:50pm
19th Oct 2014 4:24pm
19th Oct 2014 6:25pm
