When I am in Blue Moods

The uselessness of my existence The age of love is unpredictable
The holiday is followed by the sadness The slat is set too high, I nod
My friend is on his way I'd like to be sure
My life is like a jumble, mess To look for happiness is an eternal game
My hope has quietly died, oh, God January, 3
Has sameone devoted his poems to you Let's learn to listen to quiet's song
"My dear friend" - are words in which I don't present my verse for fame
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