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Our mood changes without warning and often.

My mood

Img_6788__2___hbby Beth Vesseur18 Oct 2013

Soft rain tapping on the roof gently yet determined
To go on evermore, to feed Earth, cleansing my soul
Then stops for a moment, to return fiercely examined
All corners pouring life to trees, grass, me as a whole.

If I listen to a certain song, big tears start falling
Not blue, really moving to the deepest of my heart
Romantic, velvety, sensitive voice from far calling
Changing loving mood to sadness, tearing it all apart.

There's more to life than work, trying him to forget
Stop for a moment and think is this what you yearn
Tell him you love him unconditionally or regret
Not living your days without having any concern...