A Reminiscence Of Melancholy
A Reminiscence Of Melancholy
Snatch away your comfort
The night adores you
Pack it in a private can,
And the grey of the morn
Offers me a otherworldly horizon
The day trudges on, imaginary, tepid,
Everything brings a threat, her guest.
A lady beyond the hexapod of senses
A fiery flame dances through
Her raven hair hanging in zest
An abyss in the heart of the little heaven
A sunset garden
Embedded in an embraced onomatopoeia
All dressed in mist.