You know what I feel, <br />when I see the sun kissing the ocean? <br />when I see the stars dancing with the moon? <br />when I hear the birds singing with devotion? <br />when I see the flowers blossom in the month of june? <br /> <br />It is called melancholy, <br />the sound of sadness <br />but is not that I am not OK. <br />I enjoy this gloominess.<br /><br />Anabel Anguiano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-12/
