The Day The Morning Cried
I saw you walking in the rain
Monday morning, early hours
No yellow flowers to chase away the showers
And only coffee in hand
The day the morning cried
Your smile was gone
Lament and withdrawn
Cloudy with the early morning dawn
Hours passed, afternoon and into night
Shadows from starlight that somehow make things right
And with that, Monday morning was gone.
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