Category : Poems

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I often deceive my sadness with a smile. 
 Even if I laugh, I'm just as blue inside.  

Blue, like many who met sadness too early...
And you can read through their sad eyes,
Their story in the moonlight. 

I am blue,
 Like the sea that flows over the ocean.  
I am blue,
 Even if my days have a good destination.  

I miss the things that can't come back so easily.
 I miss the "good times", 
Although I have a bad memory.

 Many people around, 
No one is willing to listen.
I am blue, 
Like the color of the window 
Where I drink the coffee.