Sunday morning blues
Happy tears and sad tears
Tears of what has been and tears of what is yet to be
Triumphs and injustices
The wonders of life and the frailties of life
A song that invokes a memory
A memory that paints a picture
A bird singing, the rays of the sun, a puffy cloud
Each moment a precious gift
Yet we linger in the past
The future is uncertain
All we have for certain is NOW
This moment in time
On a weepy kind of day.
J. Ravenmoon
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