[When sadness comes home, everybody becomes a poet]. ✍️
When happiness blooms😁😁
Like rose, on late spring 🌹🌹
It's free whiskey and rums🥂🥂
Free dance and music, sing sing.🎼🎼🎷🎺🎸🪕🎻🪘📼
Everyone's cheering🧑🔬🧑✈️🧑🏭👲👯💃🕺
Folks are saying🗣️🗣️
'Let's all dine🍔🍗🥙🧆🥪
Drink and get high'😎😎
'No more cry😭😭
Or watching passers by'😿😿
Till sadness looms🙍🙎
Leaving lives in ruins.☄️☄️
The world starts to melt🌫️🌫️
And, Everyone becomes a poet.✍️✍️
[When sadness comes home, everybody becomes a poet].✍️
©p..a..m
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