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Sunset melancholy is a feeling purple blue
and I wonder who there is that knows this tune?
For a few brief moments I could feel the sky's jewelled tones
speaking to me in her sonal purple blue and gold.
Will you tell my children that I love them,
in case I don’t get to say goodbye?
I can ask you this because I trust you,
as keeper of my private thoughts and lies.
I can tell you some mornings when I wake up
all I want to do is just get high.
Some days I ask myself “why not?”
The power of suggestion has always
had a vivid hold on me.
I read a fiction novel where the hero has a smoke
And all at once I want to do the same!
I wish that I could dream a long and lovely dream,
the kind where you wake up, then fall asleep
and dream again!
I'd dream of my grandchildren, porcelain dolls with
milk teeth and skin.
Doll babies that run and talk,
so much smarter than we were then!
So, please tell my children that I love them.........