Poet5

(( Hello longest fountain in the city of dreamsHow dark are these nights.. without her in sightwaiting she appears.. to have a share..?of the pleasure of her hair.. her eyes & those luxurious earrings.... she wearstalking to your friend.. to take her joy, You send.. the bad depression, to blow with the wind .. To overcome dejection she walks to you....I walk in Tahliah Street .. wishing to meet..our angel.... who is cute.. & ever so sweet....unexpectedly I saw that light.. shining much more than streetlight..making us feel delight ... of her appearance in that blessed nightTo beat The depression, She appears Filling the street air with raucous sax music... The lamps dancing with its romantic lyrics.. the palm trees wobble and happily frolic.Amazing silence already filled that place..eyes staring at that shining face..Their breath just gone to race ..Slowly.... she's leaving .. going away..To her planet .. through the high skywayPeople are waiting for her return somedayAfter she feels....... depressed You are a "blessing"... to depression I said, after I carefully see where it leddepression makes her want to walkhearing loud sax or relaxing folkpassing by that crowd, healing their woundsThat is what great ones have to payto be in that high status and to staySuffering to help others.. be happyDepression is just an angels' hobby Depression is just an... angels' hobby