Good morning her sweet voice rings in my ear <br />But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor <br />Makes me feel a sinner. <br /> <br />It happens someday my mind goes messy <br />And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee <br />Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-morning-goes-sour/
