Pradip Chattopadhyay - When Morning Goes Sour
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2014-06-11
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Good morning her sweet voice rings in my ear
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.
It happens someday my mind goes messy
And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee
Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-morning-goes-sour/
But in my eyes his sweat dripping labor
Makes me feel a sinner.
It happens someday my mind goes messy
And her neon lit smile floating in the aycee
Can’t wipe out outside’s burning summer.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-morning-goes-sour/
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