What is blue in a day?
That loved the morning light,
And smiled all the way;
That has all come to end!
What is blue in a day?
When all I can only taste,
Is bleak sadness all day;
When will this come to end?
What is blue in a day?
That I may have it all,
Like worthy billionaires,
But with nothing at all.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
