Many days, singing many songs.
Playful are some,
dancing with the sun.
Singing lullabies in mysteries.
Many days, singing many songs,
But it brought me deeper; not into fun.
Sorrowful are some,
Weeping with the rain.
Singing lullabies is history.
Many days, singing many songs.
Many songs; have I sung,
Singing happy songs; I sing not.
©️ Ellawrites.
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