Good Morning, This Is Music Of Millions

Do not look for anything better.
Do not look for anything nicer.
We are enjoying the music of millions.
Millions of sighs are in us.
Millions of sweet pains in our stomachs.
Let us enjoy the music
whose sky does not have a limit.
Sky at the door of vice.
Sky after a sweet sin.
We are enjoying the music
which brings the morning.
Good morning, my dear.
This is Albinoni.
This is Adagio.

poem by Jankovic Zoran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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