I am without a song, these days.  

Oldie but goldie, Poetry

I am without a song, these days.

It fills me with profound loss.

And a bit of utter confusion,

And a smattering of mystery.

Maybe, it’s the season?

But I am not blue at all.

Maybe, it hasn’t a reason?

None at all.

Still, I am without a song

Don’t know whether it is wrong

Or just a season in life

When you smile and journey without a song.

 

 

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