I wish I could write
Songs of joy
Cheer and Happiness
But words I have
only choose to tear
They serrate and shear
The pen can write no happy ditties
The brush can draw no flowers
All instruments are lying unstrung
All sema is staying in discord
And rainbows turn to ashes
And dewdrops into tears
The bird song is a banshee's call
The welcoming song a requiem
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