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.
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