Summertime Blue

Sitting here with the summer,
on my golden porch;
There is sunlight aplenty;
There is silken breeze too;
There are butterflies in the garden;
Birds singing of you;
Jazz is playing,
a throaty pretty blue;
Tell me darling,
why did you choose,
of all the days,
for a goodbye?

© soulreserve 2015

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