Sunlight, and Tumblr’s fabulous
Pictures, I could become morose
It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
That great poet Pablo Neruda
This morning I am aching, it
Is a pain I carry, after the
Terrible falling
It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
That great painter Mark Rothko
This morning I am dishevelled
In an untidy room, that is painfully
Slow on the road to progress
It is what I do, with or
Without you, with or without
Those great meditation teachers
This morning I hear the birdsong
And pick up my fountain pen
At least then, as when with you, I am happy
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