Melancholic Poetry

And she looks through the window
Of her house of melancholic poetry
And she longs for blue skies
She waits for green lights
As her heart feels on hold
Though her mind won’t
take a break

At night her beloved comes
to visit her in her dreams
He sings her his songs
But in the morning he’s gone
Leaving her the clouds
that cover the sun
And her melancholic poetry

©RoseGirl2018

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