You know what I feel,
when I see the sun kissing the ocean?
when I see the stars dancing with the moon?
when I hear the birds singing with devotion?
when I see the flowers blossom in the month of june?
It is called melancholy,
the sound of sadness
but is not that I am not OK.
I enjoy this gloominess.
Anabel Anguiano
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-12/
